Briar's POV.
"Mom this doesn't look right." I protested looking at my reflection in the mirror.
"Of course not! It fitted you perfectly, showing your curves, and oh! the design, the fabric! You look just like me back then, so pretty!" My mom said clapping her hands looking at me excitedly.
"Mom, I can't wear this, it looks-- it looks old." I answered staring at the dress again.
It looked like one of those dresses that ghosts in horror movies wear.
White knee length dress, with a turtle neckline, with lots of embedded beads and the neckline is a lace fabric, which is itchy might I add, and the flow of the dress is like a bell, that has ruffles in every layer.
I removed my glasses and wore contact lenses, my mom said it'll look better.
But, Holy rainbows, this is downright hideous.
