“Which dress did you decide to wear tomorrow?” he asks me and I walk over to the closet, lifting the black velvet dress.
“I had wanted to wear an emerald green one, but decided that black would be the safer choice,” I tell him, holding the dress up against me. “Well, that and two of the options were really tight across my stomach.”
Seth laughs, placing a hand on my hip and leans down to kiss me. “You’ll look amazing, Love. Black tie for me, then.”
“What are you wearing tonight?” I ask him, looking through a rack of dresses that are nice, but not too formal.
“I don’t know, Molly,” he says, waving off my concern. “Just lay out whatever you want me to wear.”
I lift out a pale blue dress that I’ve loved, but haven’t had the occasion to wear it. With the cut, I think it should fit
