Housewarming

“Let’s find you something fabulous to wear,” Zoe exclaimed, rummaging through her wardrobe and presenting me with a series of outfit options.

As we stood in her bedroom surrounded by an array of outfits strewn across the bed, Zoe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to help me choose the perfect outfit for the night.

“So, which one should we start with?” Zoe murmured eyeing all the options of dresses of different colours, design and style. I stood there frozen as I stared at the pile of clothes in front of me.

It had been only five minutes since we reached her new apartment that was bustling with preparation for the housewarming party. And I was already in a robe, out of my simple peasant clothing. And the options of outfits laid in front of me was more than overwhelming.

The first dress she handed me was a vibrant cobalt blue, its intricate lace overlay glistening under the room’s soft light. The dress hugged the figure in all the right places, but as I looked at my reflection, I