The boutique was filled with the smell of expensive perfume and fresh fabric. My mother was on a mission. She was grabbing dresses, skirts, and blouses, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Vaughan had followed us, helping us carry the heavy bags. He looked like a bored, patient husband. But every time he looked at me, his eyes felt like they could burn me.
"Oh, Angel! This one is perfect for your first school party!" Mom cried as she shoved a sleek, emerald-green dress into my hands. "Go try it on. Honey, please stay here and tell me what you think when she comes out. I saw some shoes in the front window that would match perfectly. I’ll be right back!"
She disappeared toward the front of the store. I stepped into the large changing room. I stepped out of my clothes and pulled the dress
