ASHLEY
It isn't a ‘reverend sister’ dress.
It's a thigh-length, midnight black dress, with a single slim sleeve fixed elegantly over one shoulder, leaving the other bare.
The fabric is a light, expensive crepe that feels like liquid in my hands. I step into it, pulling it up. It clings to my curves in a way that feels scandalous and when I turn to look at myself in the mirror, I can't believe my eyes.
It's beautiful and bold. It's something I had never imagined will look good on me. But… this is elegant. And Caleb had actually given it to me knowing it would be great on me.
I reach back, struggling with the zipper to take it off. Just as the zipper finally gives way and the silk begins to slide down my shoulders, the door of the fitting room opens.
I freeze, clutching the fabric to
