#Chapter 142: I’m Not Wearing A Potato Sack

I was not excited for this new event at Terry’s mansion. While Julian had only helped arrange it so that we could sneak into Terry’s office and snoop around, the problem, of course, was that now I would be forced to interact with Terry. A man who had some twisted fantasies about being with me and my twin. Needless to say, selecting a dress for this event was proving to be somewhat of a challenge. Charlotte had offered to sew me a new gown, but I refused. Terry was not going to see me in a dress just for him. So we moved to the closet. But then, Nicholas entered to help us decide. So far he had vetoed every single dress Charlotte held up to my person. “That dress is too tight,” he said to a slim blue dress. “That one is too short,” he said, later, to a black cocktail dress. “You can’t show your shoulders.” “That shows too much cleavage.” After a while, Charlotte gave up and left the room. I was down to two dresses. One was a black shapeless gown with a super-high neckline. The