I stood and looked over myself in the mirror, I had no idea this would be the out come. I smiled and twirled letting the dress has its moment, it deserved it.
The dress hugged my body well and defined my waist, my hips, cheats and backside.
The split came up to mid thigh and I had a pair of strapped nude heels, I tied my hair in a braided bun and did quick make up. I left my locket on and grabbed my purse,
I looked in the mirror and tears weld up and threatened to fall.
***Flash back***
"Mummy when will I go to the dance like Devon?" I asked swinging my legs.
"When your older baby girl," she said ironing Devons white shirt.
“I'm thirteen this year Devons 17, but when can I go?" I asked looking at her.
She was a beautiful women my mummy, she had long black hair I would always
