Heather had picked out a few of the dresses to try on, but after she tried the black lace one on she knew there was no point in trying any of the others. It looked absolutely fantastic, and the small neat size fitted her to perfection. ‘Good God!’ Sophie had said, when Heather had called her mother up for her opinion. ‘I hadn’t realised you’d lost so much weight, that dress really shows off your lovely slim figure. You look like a film star in it.’ She put her glasses on to look closer at the boned lace bodice and the thin spaghetti-style straps. It was all hand-sewn and must have taken ages to make – and cost a fortune. ‘In fact,’ Sophie said now, ‘I’m sure that’s the very same dress I saw Diana Dors wearing in one of the Photoplay magazines. If it’s not the same dress, then it’s as close as you can get.’ Heather turned around, looking at herself in the long wardrobe mirror. ‘You don’t think it’s too low and tight for me?’ she asked. ‘I feel a wee bit self-conscious .
