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This is what happens when your man actually knows your taste AND your size… I opened the box and just stood there. Y'all. He has never once gotten my size right. Ever. I've returned birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, "just because" gifts. So when he set a box on the patio table and said "open it," I already had my return-it face ready. Pulled back the tissue and it was this dress — deep black with a rainbow stained-glass floral print, the kind of thing I'd stop and stare at online but never actually buy for myself. I held it up. Then I checked the tag. My size. My actual size. Put it on right there and did a little spin like a fool, and he's just sitting there grinning like he KNEW. Then he tells me it came buy-one-get-one — so there's a second one in the box for my sister, because he knows we share everything. I almost cried on the patio over a dress. Twelve years and this man is still paying attention. It's called the Rangi. Dropping the link below before my sister claims both. 🖤