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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍 —𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦—
𝘽𝙍𝙔𝘾𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙋𝙀𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝙍 towel to the floor, exposing her undergarments and bare stomach to the girls that shuffled around the room. Evelyn placed Bryce's newly ironed dress on the bed, pulling at the hem as she smiles. Candice, Rose, and another nurse— Bailey— move over to see it, all of them pleased with Evelyn's choice of dress.
It was a pure silk fabric, shining in a bright emerald green. The dress was a tight fit at the top, which would cling to Bryce's curves, before flaring out at her waist and falling just before her knees. The chest was low cut— a wrap held together by three buttons that trailed down to her bellybutton.
"How did you manage to find it so quickly?" Bryce asks Evelyn, touching the fabric with her fingertips. "You did an amazing job, I love it."
"I packed it," Evelyn shrugs. "Rafe won't be around to see it for a while, so I have no use for it as of now. You'll look amazing, I just know it!"
"I have the perfect heels for this," Candice comments, a grin breaking across her face. "And you can wear my cherry red lipstick— everyone loves it."
Rose steps away from the others, digging through Bryce's jewelry box to find the perfect necklace and set of earrings for the occasion. Her outfit had to be perfect since it wasn't every day that Bryce Dylan went out. Of course she had her fair share of going out to see a movie with the girls, or catching a milkshake after work, but this was a date, and was so completely different than usual.
Candice disappears from the room just as Rose places some diamond-encrusted jewelry in Bryce's palm. The brunette overlooks it for a moment, before smiling in approval and putting in the earrings. Rose continues by stringing the necklace around her neck, and fastening the chain.
"I could do your hair," Bailey offers, holding up some hair spray and a few clips. "Do you prefer curly or straight?"
Before Bryce could reply, Candice returned with a pair of off-white wedges. Evelyn glances to the clock on Bryce's nightstand before ushering her away to start getting ready. With everything going on, the brunette was overwhelmed.
But instead of complaining, Bryce imagined how Danny would react when he saw her, and was instantly relaxed.
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Bryce Dylan was seventeen years old the first time she had ever went to a school dance. She could remember the day so vividly; how her mother had insisted on wearing her hair up to show her face.
"You wear your hair down so often," her mother had said, pinning down a hair that had strayed from the bun on Bryce's head, "and it falls into your face. Putting it up accentuates your beauty and shows off your high cheekbones."
