EMMALINE
I can’t stop staring at the dress hanging from the closet in front of me.
It’s beautiful. Probably the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. The fabric catches the light like it’s made up of a million diamonds, emerald green with delicate sequins scattered all over it, glimmering with every shift of my gaze. The neckline isn’t plunging, but it dips low enough to tease, to hint about what’s underneath without fully revealing it. It’s the kind of dress that makes you stand taller without even meaning to.
It’s six in the evening. Two more hours before I have to walk out there and give the performance of a lifetime.
I’ve thought about what Alexander said in the car, over and over again, turning his words around in my head like jagged stones. No matter how I try to rearrange them, t
