“I want to see this.”
I walked toward the sliding doors, the ocean breeze cool against my face.
For the first time all week, I felt tall.
Behind me, I heard the click of Diane’s heels marching down the hallway with the confidence of a woman who had no idea what awaited her.
I stepped onto the warm sand, positioned myself far from the camera, and waited.
I quietly watched her walk out to the crowded beach, knowing that whatever happened next would be unforgettable.
For the first time all week, I felt tall.
She swept onto the sand like she’d been waiting all week for this moment.
My jaw dropped.
She was wearing my dress!
“I thought I’d show everyone how this dress is supposed to look,” she announced with a smug smile, smoothing the skirt over her hips. “After all, some clothes really do belong on the right figure.”
