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I am standing in one of my best dresses in front of Mike's place, heart thudding loud enough that I'm sure the guards could hear it. Breeze lifted a corner of my dress gently just enough to remind me that I should've brought a shawl, and maybe also that I've never done anything quite like this before.
The mansion loomed before me, somehow inviting. I fidgeted with my small clutch purse, suddenly conscious of how out of place I might appear.
My light pink dress was like the inside of a seashell and armless, with a square neckline that flattered my shoulders. It cinched slightly above my waist, not tight at all, flowing when I walk, almost like I'm floating. The material has a small glitter to it, just enough to catch the light when I turn. Not something skintight or showy, but almost regal enough to make every girl at prom jealous if I was in one currently. And even though this isn't prom and Mike never officially asked me out, today matters. At least to me. Enough to wear some
