Alex POV
I put on my black skater-style dress, with short black heels, and whirled around. The dress was a respectable length, reaching my knees. I wore minimal jewelry, the locket I always wore, along with my bracelet. The skull ring my father had gotten me was in a jewelry box, along with some other pieces Logan had gotten me over the years. I wore light makeup, including pale pink lip gloss that made my lips sparkle and my eyes stand out. My purple hair, which was now more red than purple with black bits in it as well, I had to admit wryly, perhaps from the sun or just from getting older, cascaded down my back in waves, all the way down to my bottom.
You look beautiful Alex. Don't be so nervous. I'm sure that Logan will appreciate the effort you have gone to, dressing up for this occ
