Keep the Dress I Am Leaving
Language: en
I was touching up my lipstick in the bridal suite of our engagement party when Austin brought his charity-case underclassman inside. “Sophie had a little accident with her dress,” he said, his voice casual, as if he were asking to borrow a pen. “Can she wear your dress for a bit?” I froze, the lipstick hovering a millimeter from my lips. Before I could process the words, he added, “Everyone knows you’re the star of the night anyway, Char. It doesn't matter what you wear.” A young girl stood hovering by the doorframe. Her white canvas sneakers had been scrubbed so hard the fabric looked…