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“ORANGE IS DEFINITELY YOUR COLOR, dear."
Standing before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, Pumpkin caught Gale's smiling reflection. Pumpkin rarely splurged on any purchase and never on something for herself. But when she'd looked in her closet a few days ago, she realized she had nothing that could pass as a ball gown. Not even an old prom dress. She'd spent prom night alone at the movie theater watching a romantic comedy double feature.
She'd been passing a dress shop in the market district when she saw it. The gown was a muted orange that befit her nickname. The tight bodice showed off her shoulders and lifted her boobs. The gown flared out at the waist, skimming over her ample bottom.
The dressmaker, a stylish woman who'd looked as though she belonged on a runway instead of
