The Emmy’s were next week and I had not gone out yet to search for the dress I would wear. Normally I had a designer that would create something just custom made for me or my stylist back in New York would find something that looked dazzling yet sophisticated. Chris was coming with me to Beverly Hills where we would do some shopping for shoes-since you never can have too many of those and dresses, as well as a new shirt to Chris since had only brought two from New York. He couldn’t really walk around in old clothes or something that would fit his suit, so we were in for a long hunt today. There were a ton of stores in Beverly Hills, mainly brand-stores that were exclusive and ‘haute couture’, meaning high fashion.

At the moment I was dressed in a pair of light, denim jeans along with a flowing green tank top and some heels with golden studs at the back of them. I had some bangles in silver with words on them that were pretty encouraging and made me happy to look at. Also I had a big, black leather bag that was strapped on my right shoulder. It was a pretty casual outfit, good for a shopping day out in the warm sun.

My hair was in waves since I had worn it in a bun all day yesterday and today before I got ready and I had only applied a bit of eyeliner along with mascara as the make up for the day.

“I’m ready now” I informed Chris as I walked down the stairs to see him get up from the sofa and smooth out his grey V-neck shirt. He wore a pair of denim shorts that ended under his knees along with simple black flip flops. His hair looked a bit tousled and messy but it was a good look for him and made him look really hot according to me.

He smiled when he saw me. “Let’s go then.”

We got into the car and strapped the seatbelts on before Chris who had chosen to drive started up the car. Beverly Hills wasn’t that far away from us, just about fifteen to twenty minutes by car and with Chris driving, for me it took about ten to fifteen minutes being the speed-freak that I was.

“So exactly what are you looking for?” Chris asked as I turned my gaze from the window to him.

“I’m looking for a simple gown… Something that’ll be suitable for the Emmy’s ya know? Elegant yet something fun or different.”

“Uh… Yeah.”

I laughed. “You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”

“Sure I do…err” he made some weird sound at the end of the sentence whilst making a weird face, purely out of confusion.

“Just something subtle that doesn’t stand out too much, so I can spice it up with an awesome lipstick and glittery jewelry.” I tried to simplify to him and he nodded in slight comprehension.

I reached over and patted his thigh. “You’ll get it if we find what I’m looking for.”

“So…when are we heading back to New York?” Chris wondered as he adverted his eyes to me just for a brief moment then back to the road.

I froze. I had completely forgotten about my job- Murder’s edge- and that I was needed back at home. Home didn’t quite feel right to say either; California had always been my home and would always be. Sure I had a house here now but it felt gutting knowing that I would have to leave the best place in the world according to me. Time had flown by and I had gotten into the habit of not doing that much besides meeting up with Becca and Laura, then from time to time Avenged and the gals. It had been so easy to fall back into old patterns, sure it had been a lot of drama just these past weeks I had been here but other than that I was so lost in my bubble of comfort.

“Babe?” I jumped as I heard Chris voice, bringing me out of head.

I ran a hand through my hair. “I don’t know… Maybe in like a month or so..? When I have to get back on set basically.”

He licked his lips, nodding at me. “Sure, I don’t have anything for a couple of months so we can spend time together in New York for once.”

I smiled.

We parked our car on a parking spot near the stores a couple of minutes later and walked on the streets, linked together hand in hand. This all felt so natural to me with Chris and I wanted it like this forever but I still had that curiosity in the back of my head where I wondered if it would be like this with Brian. It felt wrong just thinking about how it would be with another man when I had Chris by my side, especially when he had been so good and true to me. I shook my head when I realized that we were walking into a store called GANT. This was probably one of Chris favorite stores even if he didn’t care for brands he still favored this one a lot.

“Do you want a white shirt or black like last time, babe? Or something colorful?”

He shrugged. “I don’t care.”

“Chris” I whined. “Don’t complain later that you don’t like it.”

“I won’t don’t worry.” He wrapped his arms around me, from behind. My back was pressed against his chest as I looked through some shirts hanging on a rod.

I turned my head slightly, looking up at him and narrowed my eyes playfully.

“That’s what you said last time.”

“Hey! That shirt was fucking ugly.”

I slapped his chest. “It was not, you were even the one picking it. I asked you if you were sure and you said you were.”

He chuckled, letting me feel the vibrations surging through his chest. “I promise I won’t this time, okay?”

“Okay.” He leaned down and pecked my lips.

We continued searching through every rack of clothing as well as any shelf until we found a shirt. Chris was determined to at least find something from this shirt and it took some time but we finally found a gray shirt in cotton that had very thin black vertical stripes. We went to the cashier, paid for the shirt and walked out. It was time to find a gown.



This is the dress. It was beautiful I thought as I held it away from me by the hanger, gazing at it. It was a long gown, in champagne colored silk and a belt in black with dark glitter on it. The straps were a bit thick and went around the neck. It was truly breathtaking.

“Babe, I think I found it.” I murmured to him and he walked forward, looking at it.

He nodded. “Yeah, go try it on.”

I walked over to the dressing room and hanged the dress on a hook. Then I pulled the curtain aside so that nobody could see me as I changed clothes. I removed all my clothes besides my underwear and my heels, because I wanted the full effect of the dress since I would wear heels with it. I slipped into the dress and zipped myself up. Thankfully the zipper was on the side so I didn’t have to struggle to zip it on the back.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn’t help but to smile. If the dress had not been beautiful before it definitely was now. It fit perfectly on my body and hugged all the right places as well as I fell freely at the bottom. The dress was a bit long but I knew I would wear a bit higher heels with a plateau so that would make the dress the perfect length.

I pulled the curtain aside a bit so I could peek outside. “Chris?” I called for him, lowly.

“Yeah?” He stepped in view and pulled the curtain away to reveal what I looked like.

I walked out past him to look at myself in a full-size mirror, twirling around a bit because it was fun then I turned to Chris.

“So… What do you think?”

“You look beautiful.” He breathed.

I shook my head. “No the dress.”

He laughed and walked forward, wrapping his arms around me as he looked into my eyes.

“I meant you. You look beautiful no matter what.” It was a perfect ‘aww’ moment and I couldn’t help but to kiss him as I heard those words. I also couldn’t help but to get an unsettling feeling in my guy, how could somebody be so perfect? He was truly an amazing man who had done all and more just so that I could be happy and he had a caring, genuine heart. Chris was the full package but it felt too good to be true. Was it really possible for somebody to be that perfect?

“I’m gonna change and I’ll get this dress okay?” He nodded and told me he would go over to another store for the time being and that I could find him there. We agreed to meet up in at least twenty minutes before we would call each other just in case. I changed out of the gown and switched into my shorts and tank top before I went over to the register. When I had paid for my gown I went out on the sidewalk passing a bunch of stores.

One of the stores caught my eyes and it was a jewelry store. I would have to have some jewelry to match with the dress and spice it up a bit at the Emmy’s, so I decided to go inside. It was a nice store that was decorated simple and clean. Almost everything was white and black so it didn’t feel too flashy considering that it was a jewelry store. Walking over to the section where they had earrings, my eyes connected with a pair instantly. They were beautiful and pretty big. It was several small chains of black stones and a big stone at the top, connecting it all. The color fit perfectly with the color of the belt on the dress and I knew I had to buy them in an instant. Those earrings would make or break the gown.

I saw one of the saleswomen; she had light brown hair and blue eyes that were covered by thin glasses. She was a bit taller than me, possibly 5’7 and looked like a model with her figure. I walked over to her and excused myself.

“Sorry, I was wondering if I could buy those earrings in that booth over there?”

She smiled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. “Of course!”

We walked over to the glass booth that she unlocked and she asked me what earrings I wanted before she took them out. Then we walked over to the register where she put them in a nice box and wrapped it up before she gave me the price for them. They were expensive but I knew that I needed to have them and sometimes you just had to spend a bit of money on yourself. When I paid her she handed me the bag and thanked me for my purchase. She was really polite.

“Have a nice day!”

I smiled and looked at her nametag before I answered her. “Thank you and you too, Jessica.”