Chapter 40—

Already dressed, Zheme sat on the bed, watching as Lexie dug through the closet in search of a dress. She had tried on many, all of which looked extraordinarily beautiful to him, yet her incessant search had yet to end. She'd put them on and then just fling them off and at the moment she was becoming quite annoying. Sighing in obvious frustration, he leaned back, using his palms which were pressed flat against the bed as leverage. "We're already running late, choose one and let's go." Lexie looked back at him, eyes narrowed. "Since it's so easy, you choose." At that, Zheme's head tilted a little to the left. It couldn't be that hard, could it? It was just a dress, any dress would do. Deciding to take the challenge, Zheme eased off of the bed and walked pass Lexie to the closet. His eyes scanned the mess on the inside and without even fully assessing the red dress that caught his eyes, he pulled it out and offered it to Lexie. She took it, holding it out in front of her to look at it. "