"Did you try to leave this dress back there?" Marissa questions me as I walk down the aisle.
I pause and give the fabric one more glance. "I don't like the green one. Don't you think it's too sparkly?" The floor length emerald dress in question shimmers even under the dull lights of the large shop. Small sequins cover almost every inch and it has to weigh no less than fifteen pounds.
"What's the point of going to a charity gala if you can't sparkle?" Marissa stretches the floor length gown across the few others on top of my cart. "You're trying it on."
"Yes, Mother." I roll my eyes but face the opposite direction so she doesn't see. Marissa is spunky, she could probably take me.
Racks of dresses spread out before us, organized by color not size. My mission feels more and more impossibl
