It is my senior prom dress, which I brought to college to wear to homecoming.
Tonight, it will serve me for a third time.
It is a soft, light-blue, floor-length gown with a plunging neckline but a modestly shaped, understated ball-gown skirt. Soft ruffles rise and fall like gentle waves up to my waist, where thin strips of satin cinch my frame. I've done my hair up in a loose up-do to frame my décolletage, where I don the only nice piece of jewellery I own, a necklace with a single, small diamond pendant – a high school graduation gift from my family that I save for special occasions.
Staring at myself in the mirror when I am dressed and pampered, I wish I have something slightly more mature. I look good enough, but hope that I won't look too out of place: like I should be at the prom w
