This was a stupid idea. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. I'd done my makeup, hair and...I was also wearing the black dress that Eric had told me to keep after I'd gone on that shopping spree. This was a ridiculously, stupid, terrible idea. I owned plenty of dresses that I never wore. My Mom and I were practically the same size and even shared outfits, doubling the amount of options I had. I had so many things to choose from and I went with the one thing I shouldn't have. The one dress that linked me to him. What was I doing? Was this some desperate attempt to catch his attention? Make him reconsider his decision for us not to be together? I am pathetic. A completely pathetic i***t that has no idea what they're doing. But I had to admit, it was a nice dress. I had bee

