"I'm telling you for the five hundredth time, MZ, you look beautiful. This gown looks amazing on you and I trust Bambi's gonna find the perfect shoes for you to wear," mom told me the evening of the next day.
I swallowed, nodding as I turned to look at Bambi, who bent over my shoe rack, looking seriously for good shoes to go with what I wearing. I'd called her this morning to tell her I needed her help in choosing what to wear and she had been here since afternoon, basically eating and chatting excitedly with me about my date.
When it was an hour to 7pm, she pulled me to my room, pushing me to the bathroom while she looked for the perfect dress for me to wear. Now, I stood in one of the shortest gowns I owned. It was a sleeveless wine gown which wasn't anywhere so near my kn
