5 Dresses and tortures
“Divine! Simply divine!” Corinne told her, clapping her hands with enthusiasm.
Her gesture, repeated like a bad tick, was not credible, but Doc's teary eyes and his genuine smile were reassuring.
“I agree with Madame. You’re gorgeous!”
Alice looked back at her reflection in the mirrors that surrounded her, unable to believe what she was seeing. That woman didn't look at all like the old Alice.
In no time, she had dropped a dress size, thanks to her constant bad mood about Tom and to the daily training she submitted, more not to fall into depression than for her love for fitness. By virtue of that, the dress she wore fitted like a glove. It was a creation in a delicate blue chiffon, knotted behind her nape, which accentuated the lines of her shoulders, while t
