How else could she explain the girl in the mirror wearing the expensive fairy-tale gown?Isabelle Scott did not own eight-hundred-dollar dresses. She didn’t even own eight-hundred-dollar dresses marked down to a hundred and twenty-five dollars and fifty cents thanks to a lipstick stain. She loved this dress and couldn’t believe her aunt expected her to only wear it once. (Apparently, wearing the same dress twice in a season was frowned upon in EC.)How could she wear a dress like this only one time? Look how it swayed when she moved! She’d sleep in this dress if she could. Izzie never considered herself a dress kind of girl—and certainly not a heels girl—but now that she had both on, she had to admit her aunt was right: Good clothes made a person feel different. She could almost sense her posture improving and her confidence returning. Emerald Cove was nothing like Harborside, but maybe in a dress that made a person feel like Cinderella, she could make things work.But she couldn’t forget what had happened to Cinderella when the clock struck midnight.
