You could never go wrong with a dress, especially if its hem skimmed the thighs and the fabric clung nicely to her plentiful curves. It was grey in color, and had cut outs in the back, nothing too revealing but it gave the dress a feminine slant that highlighted her lines. Julie considered her reflection and wondered if she should put on any make-up. She didn’t want to seem like she was trying too hard or desperate to win attention from her handsome host, though if she were honest with herself she would have to admit that’s exactly what she was hoping for. Besides, if she looked good, she’d feel good and Julie knew that she could use all of the confidence she could muster up. She’d grown up with issues about her weight, her mother constantly reminding her that men preferred “thin” women and that if she weren’t careful she would end up miserable and alone. Perhaps her mother was right after all, she thought, considering her failed relationships, but still a part of her fought the echoes of insecurity, drowning out her mother’s voice, and reminding herself that Caine had called her beautiful.
