Mackenna couldn’t lie, she was loving the dress Alessandro had insisted she wear tonight for dinner. It was a black cocktail dress but to call it a little black dress was an understatement. The dress fit her body tightly, contouring her every curve as if a glove but the material expanded with her. Mackenna was convinced the dress was magical because she felt tucked in yet able to breathe all at once and kept turning to look at herself sideways in the mirror. She didn’t know what kind of soft luxurious material the dress was made of so, she told them all, it was made of angel wings and pixie dust.
The dress came up in a mock neck but just under the collar, which she had jokingly said reminded her of a priest’s collar, the material was cut away almost in a diamond shape to her navel and was
