"Really, Lucielle, I did instruct you to dress suitably," her mother admonished from the backseat of the SUV, once Lucielle had comfortably nestled herself into the vehicle. She flashed a sweet smile at her mom, but the only emotion coursing through her was infuriation. In reality, there was absolutely nothing inappropriate about her attire, but the creeping sensation of nervousness began to seep in, her mother's words prompting her to glide a hand down the pleated fabric of her skirt, hoping to smooth out any invisible creases.
She was adorned in a cocktail dress, which, in her opinion, was quite conservative for the event. It was a sleeveless piece with an elegant A-neckline. The upper portion was plain black, rather unremarkable, but the belt that cinched the waist, forming a bow at th
