There are only two days left before my ball.
So I decided to have a Spa Day to get ready and relax. Amy came over to my house early in the morning and we got started.
“I’ve got something for you, Amy,” I said as I reached into my closet and pulled out a garment bag.
Amy grinned and clapped her hands. “Oh, goody! Is that what I think it is?”
“Yep. It’s your ball gown.” I held the garment bag up and slid the zipper downward.
Amy clapped her hands again and got up from the bed to help pull the dress from the bag.
“It’s gorgeous,” Amy said. She was right.
The sage, green satin material shimmered as we laid it across the bed. We admired the material for a moment, and then I held the dress in front of Amy.
The dress had a halter top, a fitted waist, and a full skirt. It was well-made and
