Chapter 22: Emily.

　　Wearing the red dress that Harold chose for me, I scanned myself in the mirror to see if everything was perfect. The dress fits on me so well. I am not used to wearing this kind of dress so I tried to lift up the dress to cover my cleavage but even though I tried, I couldn’t lift it up more and it would look weird if I did this. I sighed and then turned around to see my back. I couldn’t zip up the zipper properly because I can’t reach my back. And right before I could, the door opened and Harold went inside of my bedroom. 　　“You’re ready?” he asked. 　　I lifted up my head to see him then I smiled. “Yeah… I just need to zip up this dress first.” I replied as I struggled to reach for it. 　　“I’ll help,” he volunteered. 　　“It’s fine, I can do it.” 　　But he didn’t listen to me, he walked up towards me and then stood behind my back. I saw how he lowered his head to reach for the zipper. His fingers brushed through my skin which tickled me and I bit my lower lip because of his touch. Right w