Everleigh
"Come out, Red. Let me see you," Aleks shouted from the other side of the door.
"NO!" I cried out.
"Come on! What's the big deal here? The dress isn't that bad," he whined.
Not that bad? I stared at the floor-length mirror one more time to look at myself.
I received the dress this morning, hand delivered by Debra. Aleks sent it to me, she said. I was annoyed at that because I thought we were past him dressing me up like a doll, but here I was...
The dress was a gaudy prom dress that looked like it came right out of a 90s movie that clashed with my vibrant red hair. It was an explosion of frills and sequins adorned with oversized bows and puffy sleeves. Its bright neon colors, a mix of electric blue and hot pink, seemed to scream for attention.
Why the hell would Aleks want
