Viola took more time than she had expected it would take her to find a proper dress. It reached a point where she almost gave up, for everything in the closet was either too fancy or too casual for the gathering.
She had forgotten the struggle it took for one to find the perfect dress, as it had been so long since she had browsed through a closet built like a private boutique, not that she had ever once owned such a closet herself.
Just how was someone supposed to pick a dress from all this much?
When thirty minutes passed without her settling on one particular dress, she let out a sigh of despair and grabbed one at random from the dress section. She didn't even wait to examine it, because she knew that would only lead to more indecisiveness and second guessing.
Instead, she took it, throwing caution to the wind, and began to work on her hair and makeup, leaving the dress on the bed and a pair of black Jimmy Choo heels set neatly at the side.
