“I found it!” she commented, her voice high pitched.
I reached for it and she shook her head, pointing to the dressing room. I huffed but obediently followed her in, she placed it on the hook, unzipping it and turned to face me as my mouth dropped. She put her hands on her hips as she shook her head. “Not a word; just put it on.”
The words low cut much never made it out of my mouth, at least not for her to hear. She pulled the curtain closed behind me, and I stood staring at the dress. It was gorgeous with its sheer lace sleeves and satin bodice covered with yet more lace and crystals that danced in the light. I didn't bother to turn the price tag, I was pretty sure I would die if I did. Instead I stepped forward, running my fingers over the lace, surprised at how soft it could actually be. I undressed and slipped it on, stepping into it carefully as I held my breath.
“You okay in there?” Morgan called through the curtain.
I nodded, and then realized she couldn't hear a nod. I zipped up the back myself—it dipped so low that there wasn't any zipper I couldn't reach. I closed my eyes before turning and throwing open the curtain. I wanted to see their reactions first, especially when I felt so self-conscious I barely wanted to leave the fitting room. When I stepped out Dad's eyes shot open, and Morgan covered her mouth as she jumped up and down.
Angela had a few dresses in her hands that she looked down at before hanging them back on the rack, as if to say, there's no competing with that. Allie looked up from her drawing, and smiled.
“You look like Cinderella,” she replied, leaning on her hand. “I want a dress like that someday.”
I looked up at the ceiling, breathing in and out before turning to the 360 degree mirror. Morgan stepped forward and spread out the train of the dress, the lace fluttering over the satin as it settled on the ground and my eyes finally rose to my reflection. I felt the air catch in my throat as my hands settled on my stomach. It fit like a glove, slipping over the curves of my petite body in a way that was both sexy and elegant. I felt like Cinderella.
Allie came forward peeking around my hips. “You just need glass slippers with butterflies on them, just like the movie!”
I laughed as I put my hand on her shoulder.
“So?” Morgan asked with her hands clasped in front of her chest as she looked at me in the mirror.
I swallowed, looking back at my reflection and nodding.
“Does that mean this is the one?” she pushed.
My body trembled at the thought, and the hair rose on my neck as I glanced over at Dad. He was shaking his head, his hand over his mouth.
“Daddy?” I whispered.
He stood, coming forward and taking my face in his hands. “Perfection—you truly look like my princess—my Cinderellie.”
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