Serissa
Several hours and too many outfit changes to keep straight later, I finally put my mud-splattered dress back on. This morning when I had put it on, I had felt good in it. It was my favorite dress, my best dress, and now it felt wrong. Too baggy around my chest, too tight across my backside, and the fabric was scratchier than I remembered. I tugged at it, trying to make it feel the way it had before I'd been exposed to the finer options that were woefully out of my financial reach. With a small sigh, I gave up- there was no way to make my dress feel even a fraction of the way the expensive clothes did- and left the dressing room, prepared to apologize to Ella for taking up so much of her time.
She was bent over behind the counter, but she looked up when she heard the dressing roo
