~SCARLETT.
The zipper wouldn't budge.
Frustrated, I twisted my arms behind me, fingertips fumbling to grasp the tiny metal piece. It didn't help. The dress clung stubbornly to my body, trapping me in an infuriating battle I had been losing for the past five minutes.
A groan left my lips. "Are you serious?"
I had completely forgotten the damn dress had a zipper when I put it on. Naomi, the sales associate, had helped me earlier, and now, here I was—struggling like an i***t.
Sighing, I shifted my stance, deciding to try a different approach. If the zipper wouldn't come down, maybe I could lift the dress over my head instead.
Bad idea.
The silky fabric gathered around my arms, trapping them awkwardly above my head. My breath came out in sharp puffs as I wriggled, but the dress refused
