Monday mornings were supposed to be slow and miserable, but for once, I actually felt… good? Maybe hopeful, even?
I was at my desk, curled up in my chair with my browser open and at least two dozen tabs going all at once. Dresses, apartments, more dresses, rental listings and one rogue tab about how to tell if your fish is happy. Not sure where that one came from, but now I needed to know.
This was it. My latest hyperfixation. The all-consuming hunt for a prom dress and a new apartment.
It had started off as a simple “let’s see what’s out there”, but now I was neck-deep in chiffon, lace, and satin. Floor-length, cocktail, A-line, mermaid. Did I want classic elegance? Edgy badass? Or maybe something that screamed “revenge dress”?
God, what even was my aesthetic?
I sighed, rubbing my e
