chapter 36

Wow, that dress fits you perfectly.” Jael commented.

Marybeth was standing in front of a mirror staring at the black dress her mother had picked for her. She smoothed the dress with her hands. It was a formal ankle-length gown with lace long sleeves, with a hat with small netting that covered a portion of her face. Though the dress itself was something she would pick out for herself, the color would never make her look at it in a shop. Black was a color she despised.

“That’s only because the person who chose it has an amazing fashion sense.” Was her reply.

“Oh she does, does she?” Jael chuckled, “I remember when you were younger, a teenager to be exact, you refused to wear anything I picked out for you. I believe you called my sense of style ‘outdated’ and that ‘it made you want to jump off a bridge, into a river and drown’”

“I said all that?” Jael nodded, “Wow, I most certainly was a dramatic kid then.” She let out a sad chuckle.

“I know this is coming late but my dear Marybeth,” Ja