Abby
“You look marvelous!” Mrs. Russo guides me to the full-length mirror.
“Who is that?” Were my first thoughts when I took a look in the mirror.
“It’s you, of course. Abby, you are beautiful without any makeup or fancy clothing, but right now? You look like a goddess.” Mrs. Russo responses to my thought that had slipped out. My long raven black hair, usually straight and up in a bun, are soft, loose waves. The make-up is subtle, almost natural, but not quite. All of this goes perfectly with the delicate eggshell-colored cocktail dress. The thin spaghetti strap dress molds to my body which shows curves that I had not even acknowledge. The dress has an overlay vail, which has matching sequences. Mrs. Russo’s personal shopper, Bridgett, thought of everything, including nude strappy sanda
