Lindsey's POV
I stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing myself. I was clad in a dark purple cocktail dress, that had spaghetti straps and was tight along the bodice before flaring down to my hips. My long brown hair was loose down to my bottom and my tiara was placed ever so carefully on my forehead. Beth had applied a smoky effect to my makeup, making me appear even older and more sophisticated than I really was, and I wore black high-heeled kitten heels to go with the dress while clutching a cute black clutch that contained my purse and phone. I looked different from my usual self. More sophisticated, older too.
Beth gave a happy squeal "give us a little twirl then" she said as I stepped into the living room. I obliged, twirling happily, my father staring at me from the cou
