Dorothy stared at her reflection in the mirror, holding a dress against her body. She picked up the tighter one too. Both looked great----she couldn't decide which to choose.

Stefan sat on the bed, watching her.

"Love, if you have questions, you know you can ask me."

Dorothy pouted and turned to him.

"Which dress do you like more----option A or option B?" she asked, holding each dress up in turn for him to see.

"Both would look stunning on you, but I'll choose ...