Amara's POV :
The dress arrived Thursday afternoon in the same black box with the same silver ribbon tied perfectly at the top.
I opened it on my bed and pulled out midnight blue fabric so dark it looked almost black until the light hit it. The material was smooth and expensive under my fingers and when I held it up I could see how it would fall.
There was a note tucked inside the tissue paper.
*This one's better than the last. - R*
I set it aside and looked at the dress again. He was right and I hated that he knew my size so well and could pick something that would actually work.
I spent an hour getting ready, longer than I'd spent on anything in weeks. The dress fit perfectly like it was made for me and the shoes that came with it made my legs look longer than they were. I did my makeup carefully and left my hair down in loose waves because putting it up felt like I was trying too hard.
