Chapter 22

Niccolo Ruffalo

I was trying to figure out her exact size by scanning her praising curves from the back while she was doing her night routine skin care. I think a size medium would be enough for her fitting. I’ve called up and booked an appointment with Diaz, one of Italy’s renowned fashion designers.

As my wife stood in front of the door, she let out an audible gasp, and squeezed my hand out of excitement

“You did not Nic” she spoke unbelievably

“Oh yes I did” I spoke as the lips curled. I tightened my hold as she still looked at the store with anticipation.

“Ready to go ” I asked, she nodded as joy took up on her feminine features

We were both given a private room and she was taken inside the changing rooms, while I sat there with a coffee on my hand. I waited patiently (although it my patience was wearing thin for me to see her in the dress I specifically chose for her).

The blue curtains unfolded revealing my wife in the most breath taking way, I could see Ari’s shoulders raise