Hours later I was fresh out of the shower and staring down at the two dresses I’d picked out. One was the standard little black dress, the other was that dress, the silver one I’d worn the night we met.
Was it cliché? Stupid? Was I being an i***t for even considering it?
“Knock knock!” Jenna called out as she entered, the sound of the lock clicking back into place.
“Bedroom,” I called back.
She walked in with her makeup kit in one hand and her curling iron in the other. She set it all down on the bathroom vanity before coming to stand next to me.
“What do I do?”
“Oh, hell, yes,” Jenna said when her gaze hit the dress I’d worn on New Year’s Eve. She picked it up and brushed the other one to the side, barely looking at it. Not that she hadn’t seen it before—I’d worn it to the office Ch
