Victoria.
"Come in! I'm going to be so late; Mom will skin me alive," I called out as I rushed to my room. No time for makeup—oversleeping had sealed my fate.
I quickly tied my hair into a low ponytail. I’d considered curtain bangs with loose waves, but the fear of damaging my hair kept me cautious. Sliding into the dress, I grabbed my purse and applied a quick swipe of lip gloss.
As I glanced in the mirror, I was relieved. Not bad for someone who’d overslept. The dress was a masterpiece—a short, fitted off-shoulder gown with a V-neck and a daringly low back. Mom knew my taste too well; I was absolutely in love with it.
I slipped on my heels, spritzed on some perfume, and gave myself one last look. Around my neck hung a golden necklace engraved with our initials, "V&C." It was st
