Each of the dresses seemed to fit her better and better, but none of them was perfect yet.
The bathroom floor was littered with tulle and sequins, every texture of fabric possible. “Hey, Rach, any choice yet?” Izzy called from outside.
“Nah…their all really gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but none of them is exactly right, you know?”
“Come on, that last one looked totally beautiful on you,” she said.
“No, that was all the dress, no help from me,” she replied, surveying the wreckage that was Izzy’s wardrobe.
Then she pulled a little black dress from the pile. On the first look, it seemed a lot like the other dresses she had tried on, but as she slipped it over her head, she could feel the soft material slide down over her curves easily.
The material seemed to glitter as she turned in the light, and she suddenly felt very special. She didn’t think she’d ever truly felt beautiful before that moment.
She stepped out of the bathroom, and Izzy’s face said it all. This was definitely the dress for her.