IVY
Putting on my last earring, I took one last look at myself in the mirror and I smiled before I wore my shoes, grabbed my purse, and walked to the living room where Chloe sat and watched a TV show while eating a bag of chips.
When she turned to look at me, I wished I could trade places with her and not go for that ridiculous dinner just to be advertised like a commodity to a man and I sighed in despair before spinning around for her to see my look.
“How do I look? Is the dress bad or good?” I asked her after I stopped spinning and she quickly shook her head.
“You look fantastic, love. I'm even surprised your mum has such a good fashion taste” she replied and we both laughed because I actually had the same thought. I thought Mum was going to pick an outdated dress for me but surpris
