Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 37

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 37

“No way!” I exclaimed, horrified, as Natasha and Keith cackled with laughter. What I was even more horrified at though was the feeling that my cheeks were burning red. My memory was still as sharp as ever and my mind wandered back to the day at the beach and I had first gotten a nice view of his undeniably gorgeous six pack … ugh! What was I thinking?!

“She’s blushing!” Natasha squealed to Keith, while half giggling.

“I am not!” I denied hotly, giving her a light slap on the shoulder. “C’mon guys! Stop laughing and start thinking of some innocent ideas!”

“Well it’d be cool,” Keith commented after calming down. He then gave me a flirty wink. “You could dress him up.”
“Like a fireman!” Natasha cried excitedly. Then her eyebrows furrowed as she realised something. “Oh wait, that’s so cliché.”
“How about the Pink Panther?” Keith suggested.

I couldn’t help it – I burst out laughing at the ridiculous idea of Henry walking around in a Pink Panther costume. As I regained my breath, I remembered something. I remembered a certain costume was still in Henry’s suitcase …
“Elvis Presley!” I exclaimed, jumping up and down. I had finally found something else other than cleaning that Henry could do! “I packed his Elvis Presley costume here!”

Both Keith and Natasha’s eyes widened. Natasha spoke first though. “Oh.my. god Lainie! You have to do it!”

I grinned wickedly. “Oh I will.”
After chatting a bit more, Natasha was called over by Belle to try on some dresses. I then made my way around the store with Keith and tried to find a good looking dress.
“How about this one?” Keith asked, taking out a strapless mini dress with ruffles on the neckline. He held it to his body to model it, making me laugh.

“I don’t think it looks so good on you Keith,” I said ruefully.

His jaw dropped and then he waved his hand at me girlishly. “Oh please sister! It totally looks good on me!”

I laughed at his idiocy and the girl voice he had just used. “Ahh Keith,” I murmured. “You’re like the gay best friend I’ve never had.”

Keith put his hand to his heart and exaggeratedly made an offended face. “I’m insulted Lainie!”

I giggled and nudged him. “Sure you are.”
He gave me a boyish grin and I knew he was back to normal. “Nah I’m not actually. I’m quite amused. I’ve never been called gay … are you sure you aren’t blind?” He joked.
I tilted my head as I studied a little black dress. “I assure you I have perfect eyesight Mr Miller.”

After that, Keith and I busied ourselves by searching through the racks. There were pretty dresses, but they didn’t seem like ‘the one.’ April had taught me when shopping; you needed to find ‘the one.’ Keith was a hopeless shopper. He only knew about guys clothes, although he knew what sort of colours would fit me well.

I scooped up some dresses which were worth trying on and headed towards the changing rooms at the back with Keith behind me. I passed Clara on the way, who was surveying an ivory dress with a large green bow.
“You’re not going in are you?” I questioned, giving Keith a strange look.

“Of course not! I’m just waiting!” He cried with a grimace. He motioned his head over to the bench and sat down.

I smiled gratefully and tried on the dresses I had found, but I didn’t think they were that good on me, so I quickly changed back into my normal outfit and headed back out. Natasha was there, standing in front of the large mirror at the end of the small hallway of dressing rooms, admiring herself. She looked absolutely fabulous.
“Keith, what do you think?” She asked, smoothing a few wrinkles on the skirt.
“Don’t ask me,” Keith said, a bit horrified to be asked to criticise clothes.
“Just say if I look like garbage or not,” Natasha snapped. “It’s easy!”

Keith scratched his jaw and frowned. “Umm … you look like garbage … but not bad garbage! Just like the small garbage you throw in the small bins in the house you know …”

I burst into laughter as his ridiculous answer while Natasha gave him a glare. “What kind of answer is that?!” She shrieked, running back into her dressing room to take the dress off.
Keith sighed and turned to me. He blinked, surprised. “You were supposed to show me what you looked like!” He whined.
“None of them looked good on me.”
“You’re being too modest, Lainie.”
I rolled my eyes at his ‘compliment’ and sat down beside him. Pouting, I realised there was just no perfect dress for me. That was until Belle walked over towards us, carrying a small pile of dresses.

“ Lainie ,” she sang. “I believe I have found the one for you!”
I sat up and frowned at the pile. “That is not one,” I stated.

Belle laughed and handed me a dress from the pile. “This one will look stunning on you.”
She then turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Keith and I sitting there. I looked down at it and a small smile grew on my face. It was perfect for the masquerade party. It was a tight dark purple mini dress with a one shoulder. Surprisingly the one shoulder made it seem less ‘slutty.’

“Try it on,” Keith urged. “I bet it’ll look amazing.”

I nodded and headed over towards a stall. It took me a bit of time to get into it, but I finally was finished in the end. It showed off my long, lean legs and my slim waist nicely. I shyly unlocked the door and stepped out into the main area. Keith immediately looked up and his eyes widened as he studied me. His face then cracked into a grin and he said, “Henry’s going to die when he sees you in this – die and go to heaven.”