Morgan clasped her hands around the waist of the full-busted mannequin and looked into its lifeless eyes before dropping her gaze back to the dress. She tried to imagine herself in the red gown, then wondered where she would even wear such a beautiful piece. Her fingers ran down the side until her hand reached the little white tag, $699.99. For a dress? Jesus Christ. Morgan sighed, dropped the tag and took a few paces back to continue admiring the dress. She hadn't noticed Julianne at her side, sipping golden champagne from a tall glass, until she spoke, “Gorgeous gown, isn't it?” “Oh!” Morgan gasped, startled at Julianne's presence, “I didn't know you were there. Yes, it is lovely.” She followed it up with a nervous laugh and her cheeks flooded in embarrassment. Morgan had been partially raised by a single mother, one that simply flitted through life and was always on the lookout for number one. Prom? That was laughable. Morgan had saved just enough money from her part-time serving job to buy a secondhand dress at a local thrift store, only to have one of the straps break during her first slow dance.
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