Savannah:
Finding a dress was hard. This was the third shop we’ve been to and I haven’t found anything that screamed my name for a masquerade ball. I don’t want a dress that yells slut. I don’t want to look like an old beggar woman. I don’t want to look like a teacher chaperoning an event. I want to look like I belong on Dominic’s arm.
I was searching through the dresses when Titan appeared out from one of the racks holding a dress. It was a floor length black dress, sequins sewed into beautiful floral designs down, thin straps in the shoulders and a plunging neckline. It had a black corseted middle and a silk train trailing from the back.
“Titan!” I gasped. “It’s gorgeous!” I did as my hands reached out to touch the dress reassuring me this wasn’t a dream.
