So, I go to look for a dress. Quite a number of them are very pretty.
When I hold them up in front of me, it still feels weird to look at myself and imagine me in them. But…I do want to try them on.
However, the price tag is simply too much. Even the seemingly simple ones are $138 to rent, which leaves me overbudget and unable to get literally anything else for this party. Since I’ve no intent to buy, I feel like it’d be a bad idea to try them on.
Meanwhile, Hailey finds her dream dress. It’s still royal blue, but instead of airy sleeves, they’re lace and skin-tight. It’s Queen Anne neckline looks great against her skin, and somehow, this dress seems to completely ignore her tennis shoes.
“Yes,” she proclaims. “This is definitely the one.”
Seeing her in the dress, my heart burns with
