-Khloe Anderson-
I looked at myself in the mirror for what was probably the hundredth time. This dress is too sexy, too tight, too large, too flashy, too pale, too- ugh!
Mia had invited me to her annual charity ball, and I wasn't sure what dress was appropriate for such an event, so I had asked Alyssa for assistance. Plain to say, she was certainly serious when she said it would be out of this world. I wasn't certain whom the dress was actually for. She was a more outgoing person than me, and if on her, the dress would do her justice. Me, however, I tried finding every possible aspect of the dress that would be worthy of judgment so that I could change into another one.
She'd ordered a red cocktail dress which probably shouldn't be classified as such. Although I wasn't so elated to be i
