SOFIA'S POV
Ava and I dance in the room, wine glasses in the hand and singing into our brushes. I sit at my dresser doing my make up while Ava is being overly picky about what dress she wants to wear. She tried on 5 different already, a blue one, a red one, a black one a glittery gold one and a glittery silver one. She's down to choosing between the black one that sits just under her ass, flowy at the end and a t-shirt fit at the shoulders and the glittery gold one that's strapless and fits her like a glove, hugging all her curves. She started digging for shoes in the closet, grabbing black, red, silver and white heels and she holds them close to the dresses. Goddess she's picky. "Ava put away the white, it's not going to go with anything. The red too, you're choosing between a black and
