Eleven

Kara caught a reflection of herself in the mirror inside the wardrobe door and wished she had brought the long dressing gown instead of this one that barely came to her knees.  She remembered the hanger she still held and curiously opened it only to catch her breath.  He wanted her to wear this?

Slowly she took it out of the protective cover and stared at it in shock.  The dress he had bought her would stop well above her knee and it had a tie over the right shoulder leaving the other bare.  It was black and tastefully sexy and she wondered if she should really wear this outfit.  But then, he had left her no choice in the matter.

With a sigh, she hung the dress against the wardrobe door and started putting on make-up and doing her hair.  With her hair tied up in a style that kept it out of her face, but allowed delicate curls to hang around her face and to her back she finally turned to the dress with a sigh.  Staring at it for a few