Chapter 64

"Do you like this one more than the last one?" I turn away from the mirror and shrug. "I don't know, Gail. They're all pretty, I just can't make up my mind, I guess." Gail picks up the next dress by the hanger and hands it to me, this time giving me a long, black dress with a slit on the left side, covered by lace. I take it and shuffle into the bathroom, tired of looking at myself in the mirror while I yank them on. Each time the bags under my eyes seem to grow darker and I contemplate just...