ZOE
This is the last night. Zoe reminds herself of this while staring at the emerald dress hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
It arrived this morning with a note. Just two words. For tonight. Like that explains anything.
The dress is beautiful. Too beautiful. Expensive in a way that makes her stomach hurt. She knows what beautiful dresses cost and this one costs more than her rent.
Tomorrow she goes back to her apartment. Back to her job at the diner. Back to her life where people like her don't wear emerald dresses. This weekend is a fantasy and fantasies end.
Zoe puts on the dress anyway.
It fits perfectly. How does it fit perfectly when Marcus has never measured her. The fabric is soft and falls against her skin like it was made just for her. She looks in the mirror and sees someone she doesn't recognize. Someone beautiful. Someone worthy.
She tells herself the person in the mirror is a lie.
Marcus is waiting by the stairs when she comes down.
