"What do you think about this one?"
"It's okay."
"Just okay? Like it's not good enough?"
"For goodness sake," Mrs. Smith put down the glass with a clink, a sigh escaping her lips. "The dress looks good on you, Hazel," she said for the hundredth time that day.
"I want it to be perfect."
"You're twenty three, and old enough to decide what you'll be putting on for a date."
Of course, Hazel knew that. It was just an attempt to lighten up the room. She hadn't seen Jason since this morning, and Mrs. Smith had refused to talk to anyone.
She pressed her lips together, her eyes dropping to the floor, then turned around and went back to her room. She decided to go with the dress anyway, a dark, sparkly dress that hugged her figure perfectly.
Just then, her phone dinged.
ROWAN: You ready? I
