S O P H I E
“No, your hips look too wide in that one,” Holly says before shuffling me back into the dressing room.
“That is because I eat three meals a day,” I mumble to myself, letting the dressing-room curtain fall closed.
I look in the mirror to see if she is right.
The tight material clings to me like a second skin, the dark blue making my skin look like silky porcelain.
Turning to the side, I run my hands across my stomach, not seeing what she does. I look…beautiful.
Older than I really am.
I bite my lip, wondering if Bruce would like it. My age seems a little off-putting to him.
Unexpectedly, Holly bursts into the dressing room, a bright orange dress hanging over her arm. I look at her in the mirror and suddenly don’t feel so beautiful.
This is the woman Bruce will actu
