Darkness blanketed the night sky as I left my father's old beat-up truck. The sparkling fabric of my black dress slid against the concrete as my father stepped next to me and laid his hand on my waist. I had a strapless gown with a deep v neck that came together just before my blooming bump. The tight fabric hugged my stomach perfectly as I stepped forward. The thigh-high slit revealed itself as we moved up the stairs together, my nude heels peeking out from the long dresses' length. All the lights of the packhouse were on and you could see shadows covering the lower part of the windows. The packhouse was so congested that people spilled out onto the entrance. Everyone was dressed formally with wine glasses and small plates of hors d'oeuvres. My father stopped at the entrance and gave me a
