He's waiting downstairs for me as if he's my prom date. The scene is so ludicrous I could laugh. He's smoking a cigarette and fixes his eyes on me. He's eyeing me critically, looking for any flaws in my appearance. I've lost some weight, but the dress fits me well enough. There were heels at the bottom of the bag. He thought of everything, well, almost everything. A clutch would do wonders for this outfit. All I had to do was tie my hair in a low bun and pinch my cheeks. I don't have any makeup, so there's not much I can do.
The dress is flowy and long. It's made of silk and chiffon, with sheer puffed long sleeves. My back is exposed. I've never owned a dress like this. I look like a different person in it. It must have cost a fortune.
I fake bow. "Does my appearance please you?"
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