“You look beautiful, honey,” mom said, admiring me through the mirror.
I smiled. “Thanks, mom.”
“Mom, can you help me button up the back?” Hazel asked, coming into my room; her jaw dropped when she saw me. “You look great!” she said.
I turned to face her. “Me? You look amazing!”
I didn’t think Hazels smile could get any bigger. “I don’t look as good as you.”
“You’re right,” I said, her smile slightly faltering, “you look even better.”
She rolled her eyes.
Mom clapped her hands twice, “Alright, girls.” She glanced at her watch. “We’re leaving in ten.” And with that she walked out of my room.
“She didn’t even help me button up my dress,” Hazel said in disbelief.
I chuckled. “Turn around.”
“Are you dreading this as much as I am?”
“Yup,” I said, popping the p. “All done.”
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