Evaline:
The moment Mallory twirled the camera toward the blue dress, I knew the search was finally over.
"That one," I pointed at the screen with exaggerated finality. "It's perfect. That's your dress for tonight."
Mallory squinted at her own reflection in the mirror, the silky fabric held up against her frame. "You think so? Not too plain? Not too… safe?"
I shook my head with a firm smile. "It's not safe, it's elegant. It makes your skin glow, and Jasper's jaw is going to hit the floor the second he sees you."
Her face softened into the kind of giddy smile only she could pull off. Relief washed over me, but I tried not to show it. After nearly an hour of going back and forth - her rejecting every suggestion I made for one excuse or another - I was close to throwing my phone across the room. She had emptied one whole wardrobe for me to judge, and by some miracle, the blue dress finally broke through her impossible standards.
But, of course, it wasn't over.
