Red is a cliché for valentine's day, and a little black dress is nothing special. So, I go for white.
A white ribbed bodice the holds me in, a film of gossamer silk drapes off my shoulders pools at my hips making me look curvier than I am.
Alpha Chi isn't far from my apartment so I spring for the good heels. The heels made for looking not walking, strappy and towering. In them, I look grown maybe for the first time in my life.
Christian picks me up on time. Boyishly handsome in his grey suit. A red tie to befit the occasion. "You look gorgeous." He tells me, kissing my cheek.
I wave off the compliment, "You do too. Or however men like to be complimented." I laugh, taking his offered arm.
Immediately, I know I've messed up. We're not even halfway down the stairs when the pads of my fee
