The moment I saw it I knew I loved it. Green — deep, dark, emerald green. I peeled off my clothes and my watch, also green as it happened, and lifted the dress carefully out of the bag. As I went to admire it properly something clinked inside the bag, and I reached around the fabric to find lacy black underwear on a little hanger, tags still attached.
I stared at it for a second, face burning, then pulled it out and set the dress aside. I was absolutely going to kill Molly for this — but I put it on anyway. A black lace thong and a strapless padded bra, both of which felt completely foreign against my skin after years of plain bralettes and briefs. I did my best to ignore the discomfort and moved on.
I kept my eyes away from the mirror as I lifted the dress out again. It poured out of the bag in a wave and I had to hold it up above my head to stop it touching the floor. Did they forget I was barely five feet tall?
