Allie
The dress looked too beautiful for a night I already wanted to escape.
It hung from the wardrobe door in my bedroom, deep blue and fitted through the waist before falling into a soft floor-length skirt. The neckline was elegant without being revealing, and tiny silver details caught the light whenever the fabric moved.
Mia stood behind me with both hands on her hips.
“That one.”
I stared at the dress through the mirror.
“You said that about the green one.”
“The green one was good. This one is better.”
“And the black one?”
“Too serious.”
“It is a charity event.”
“It is also your first major public appearance since rebuilding your career. You should look confident, not like you are attending a funeral.”
I turned from the mirror.
“What if I feel like I am attending one?”
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