The Auction

"I've laid out what I'd like you to wear to the auction tonight, Becky. I hope you like it."

Rebecca looked nervously at her husband and then at the garment box lying on the bed. On the box was the name of a prominent French designer. Rebecca opened the box and saw the black evening dress. Pulling it out she held it in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's beautiful, Arthur." Compton smiled. "I'm glad you like it." He handed her a pair of black heels. "These will go well with that dress, I think. Oh, and I don't think we need any undergarments to interfere with the lines of this lovely dress." He smiled as he saw the look on her face. "It'll be our little secret." Compton walked toward the door. "Go ahead and get changed, Becky, we'll be leaving shortly. There are some more accessories on your dressing table I think would go well with that outfit. Don't be long, dear."

Rebecca stripped off her clothes and pulled the dress on. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled; she could scarcely believe this was the same girl who had spent most of her life wearing clothing from Goodwill. The gown fit perfectly. It had a single strap on her left shoulder with the right shoulder remaining strapless. The front of the dress angled down over her right breast leaving it tantalizingly revealed to just above the areola and then curving around to bare the right side of her back. The full-length dress also had a single slit up the right side reaching her upper thigh. The dress was sexy and elegant, not overly revealing and trashy as Rebecca had feared it would be.

Rebecca pulled the heels on and walked over to the dressing table where she found a leather case. Opening it she gasped as she saw the diamond earrings and diamond necklace encased within. Oh my god, these must be worth a fortune, she thought as she put them on. Walking over to the mirror once again she stared at the beautiful woman in the mirror. She'd been at the hairdresser this afternoon and her silky raven hair was pinned up with just a single layer allowed to fall down the left side of her face. She turned and examined herself from every possible angle and then began laughing giddily. I really do look like a princess!

Arthur Compton pretended to swoon as he saw his bride coming down the staircase and Rebecca couldn't help but smile at her handsome husband. She reached up and softly kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for this darling. I feel like a princess."

"You're more beautiful than any princess, my dear," Compton replied, meaning it. He offered her his arm and they walked arm-in-arm out the door to the waiting limo.