There she was. Standing in the middle of the dance floor in a pink dress. It was beautiful, really, but all her friends said it would look better if she had a date. What did a date have to do with a dress? She was offended and walked over to the middle of the dance floor. That dress swayed wait more like chased her with every step she took. I went perfectly with her skin tone and made her look astonishing. Her eyes glimmered with pride as she stood there and danced alone. When the night was all over, she took off the dress and folded it. She then, took it and put it into a chest under her bed. Saving it for her future daughter in case she didn’t get a date for the dance, either.