Emily's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, fumbling with the back of my dress. It was one of those impossible ones with thin crisscross straps that looked elegant in pictures but made you question your life choices in reality. I twisted and turned, trying to tie it properly, but it just kept slipping loose.
The dress was beautiful, though. A silver, body-fitted gown that shimmered slightly. It hugged every curve and flowed all the way down to my feet. Tyler had picked it out himself, saying it would look perfect on me. And honestly, it did, if only I could figure out how to wear it.
Just then, I felt a pair of warm hands brush against my back. I froze, my eyes looking at the mirror. Tyler stood behind me, his gaze focused on the tangled straps of my dress.
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