Time went by and soon Damien called me to get ready with a dress, he had bought for me as he was coming home to take me to a dance.

I walked to the closet, my hand reached for the familiar fabric of the dress. I remember when he got the dress for me, and I had laughed at it as it was big and pretty and my tummy was still flat at that time and now I appreciated it, at least it would fit me perfectly.

It was long, flowing elegantly to my knees, with an open back that added a touch of ...