Friday evening…
Isabel sat in front of her vanity, surrounded by the sweet scent of perfumes and the soft glow of vanity lights. Curlers scattered across the countertop.
Her mother stood behind her, expertly curling her hair. As they finished, Mrs Anderson's face lingered on Isabel's face. Her eyes sparkled with happiness.
She opened the closet, scanning the dresses. Her eyes landed on a stunning, classic gown - She could remember the gown. It was one of the drafts she had made and shown Isabel. She smiled, retrieving it.
“What do you think of this one, sweetie?" She asked.
Isabel's face lit up as she saw the gown, "this was the dress I was thinking of wearing. Thank you, Mom.” Isabel replied before slipping into the gown.
The silk gown rustled softly as Isabel moved, its beautif
