~Valeria~
Zane swept me off my feet the day he sent a servant with a gift box and a text that read,
There’s a dress in there, please wear it. I wanna take you somewhere.
The servant didn’t say anything else about where he was taking me to.
And maybe I should’ve sent the gift back. Maybe I should’ve blocked his number like every self-respecting girl does when her ex can’t seem to understand the line “we are never getting back together.”
But instead I stood in front of my mirror for twenty minutes, debating if the sundress made me look too soft.
I ended up wearing it anyway.
It was pale yellow, off-shoulder, with a skirt that floated when I walked. The kind of thing you wear to a brunch date with someone who hasn’t broken your heart. But I wore it for him whether I want to admit it
