The gold gown hangs in my closet as a testament to my sin. I can't even look at it without feeling like I'm going to throw up - or seeing the shocked face of that poor salesclerk in my mind.

At least it wasn't Roman who opened the door, I tell myself. If Roman had seen me... But honestly, it doesn't matter whether or not he witnessed the incident with his own eyes. Roman knows. The salesclerk made it very clear why he'd have to purchase the dress. Roman knows, and I'm never ...