She is jealous of me

S O P H I E

“No, your hips look too wide in that one,” Holly says before shuffling me back into the dressing room.

“That is because I eat three meals a day,” I mumble to myself, letting the dressing-room curtain fall closed.

I look in the mirror to see if she is right.

The tight material clings to me like a second skin, the dark blue making my skin look like silky porcelain.

Turning to the side, I run my hands across my stomach, not seeing what she does. I look…beautiful.

Older than I really am.

I bite my lip, wondering if Bruce would like it. My age seems a little off-putting to him.

Unexpectedly, Holly bursts into the dressing room, a bright orange dress hanging over her arm. I look at her in the mirror and suddenly don’t feel so beautiful.

This is the woman Bruce will actually touch. I wonder if they’re in some kind of relationship.

Would that make me the other woman? Surely what we’re doing crosses lines if he’s in a relationship with someone else.

He and I aren’t together,