even got an idea or two about making my boutique the go-to place for prom dresses. How ironic, that my story is to come around full-circle. From prom night, to nightmares, to the stuff of dreams. And all of this, I can do from the comfort of my brand-new design workroom, which Chad himself made me by renovating a large spare room in the main house. You know, with all the expensive equipment that my child of a boyfriend can’t stop playing with. Speaking of: Chad’s eyes drop down to my shirt again, and he stifles a laugh. “I still
