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certain protocol about things. The party itself was Saturday, my birthday, but if there was a gown that had come in that made her make that face, I just had to see it. I certainly couldn’t wait until then to find something.
    “Give me just one moment,” she instructed me, almost slyly and disappeared to hopefully work some magic.
    I looked around at gorgeous dresses for the second time that week, that just weren’t it . I couldn’t bear the thought of settling. Just then, Carelle appeared again walking almost briskly with her eyebrows raised.
    She locked into my elbow with hers and told me, “come with me.” As we walked she let on. “Only because you’re one of our premiere clients and only because I swore on my life you wouldn’t breathe this out to a single soul, I have permission to show you the dress. If you decide to purchase it you will have to sign something saying you will not publicize the sale or something, and will have to keep it hidden until the debut date.”
    “Wow,” I said and at that moment I was in the back room at Saks Fifth Avenue. She wasn’t even allowed to bring it out to a room for me. We walked back through the sea of garments all organized and hanging to an area where everything was covered individually.
    She told me to wait where I was and was reading the tags adorning the mystery covers.
    “This is it!” she said. “Well, Holly, I hope you like it,” and pulled away the cover revealing the most perfect birthday gown I could have imagined if I had tried to design it myself. It was flowing, dainty, feminine—it was my cake topper! The gown was made in France, all silk, a sleeveless halter
v-neck with a pleated silhouette. Adorning it were tassels along the asymmetrical detail. The front was mostly pale pink atop, pretty blue below and then the sides faded to greens, where the entire back was mostly all pale pink, and with a soft rainbow effect created by the multicolored touches. Now I knew why Carelle had acted the way she did—the dress was made for me to wear!!
     
     

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    That Saturday I woke to birds singing on a lovely sunny spring day to two very fine looking gentlemen on either side of my bed whispering softly, “oh, there she is…”
    Andy was rubbing my back and caressing me and Cash was at my legs and feet stroking my smooth skin and softly soothing me.
    “Mmmm,” was all I made out and soaked it all in enjoying every second. “I love you guys,” I murmured and we all chuckled. They knew I would be still as long as they continued, loving the petting.
    “So, what do birthday princesses eat for breakfast?” Andy inquired.
    “Mmmm… coffee,” I murmured, “and… French toast…” And after thinking, “with strawberries…” Cash was rubbing his hands now up my inner legs far up and Andy was stroking my head, playing with my hair and pulling it a little tightly. “Mmmm… I want you guys for breakfast!”
    And we all laughed but the rubbing continued and they gave me what I wanted and more and more and more treating me like a real princess and all of us enjoying this last morning together in love. We had already remarked that while Andy was away that Cash and I would take it easy waiting for his return out of love. So on this warm, breezy, perfect sunny morning was where we let our deepest passions fly through kissing and treating each other completely, giving over and pouring out our love. They to me, me to them.
    Somehow they managed to have the strength to carry on and actually make the breakfast, too, while I on the other hand was near immobile afterward. What a glorious birthday already. We had decided to have a walk in the park, just the three of us. When I came downstairs just in a little sleeveless Fendi printed floral dress with a flouncy dropped waist and ruffle skirt, pink and white, I expected we’d just be walking the block over but what was there awaiting me but a grand carriage fit with white horses.
    “We thought you might like to