Free He's Captured My Trust (Captured Series Book 2) by Karen Frances Page A

my designs?” Sophie asks with excitement in her voice.
    “Let’s have some fun,” I reply. Who am I to deny her?
    Sophie takes off, whizzing round the shop at an alarmingly high speed, taking dress after dress off the racks, much to her mother’s amusement. Sarah takes a seat in an oversized purple velvet chair and watches.
    I leave Sophie and wander around her shop. I can’t believe these dresses are all her designs. She is extremely talented. I go from rack to rack, admiring her work.
    “Libby, if you see anything you like, put it in the dressing room along with all the others. You’re going to love everything I’ve picked,” she says as she passes me with a few more dresses in her hand.
    My eye goes to a cream satin dress—not a colour I would usually go for. I take it off the rack. It’s simple but elegant, has a great shape, and is almost completely backless. The dress reminds me of my mother. It’s a colour she would wear and pull off, like the stunning woman she is. I stop and reach forward to put the dress back on the rack.
    “Elizabeth, that colour would look great on you.” Sarah’s voice distracts me from my thoughts. “You’re lucky you have such great colouring. You must be able to pull off most colours.”
    “Thank you. I’ll take that,” Sophie takes the dress from me to add to the growing collection as she passes me with yet more dresses.
    Shit. Maybe I would’ve worn that if it weren’t for the scar on my back.
    “Okay, Libby, I think I have enough for you to try on. Come on. Let’s get you undressed.” She laughs. “I’m sure I’m not the only Mathews who has said that to you lately.”
    “Sophie! Enough,” her mother scolds her.
    Sophie’s got that right, but it sounded much better coming from Alex. I think Sophie and I are going to get along.
    We all head through to the dressing room where Sarah takes a seat in yet another oversized velvet chair.
    “Here—this one first,” Sophie says, handing me a black strapless little number as I finish taking my jeans off. “You know what would make this much more interesting? Some drinks.”
    “Sophie!” Sarah voice echoes in the room. “It’s far too early in the day for that.”
    “You’re right,” Sophie says, sighing. “But I do have soft drinks. We can put that in some champagne glasses and pretend.”
    Sophie and I giggle at the same time.
    “I can see I’m going to have my work cut out with you two.” Sarah smiles as she shakes her head at us both.
    “Right, Libby. Turn around.” Sophie zips the dress up at the side, moves my bra straps out of the way, and then stands back. She looks puzzled and shakes her head. “Look in the mirror and tell me what you think. And tell me if you feel it rubbing against your back.” She smiles, acknowledging how I might be feeling.
    The three walls in the dressing room are mirrored, and a large, freestanding mirror is at the side. I walk toward it because I know I’ll be able to see the whole dress in all the mirrors. I look up. The dress is stunning, but . . .
    “The dress is stunning,” I say. “I love the detail on it—”
    “I hate it on you,” Sophie interrupts. Strong word choice. “It’s not what I see you in. Black is not a colour you should wear. Ever. ” She unzips the dress and helps me out of it.
    She hands me a red one next and asks Sarah to help me while she removes at least half of the dresses she had picked out. They are all black. She takes them away and puts them back on the racks. I step into the red and Sarah zips me up. She takes a step back and the smile on her face makes me smile as well.
    I know red is a good colour for me. I walk back toward the mirror. The fit is perfect. It has a deep plunging neckline. I know Alex would struggle to take his eyes off me in this. It nips in perfectly at the waist and has a split all the way up the side of my leg. At the back is a crisscross effect that leaves a lot of skin on show but still manages to cover my