One year later...

"Sweets, maybe you should sit down," Benny says from behind me as I throw another dress over my head trying to find something that fits. I've been in this closet for twenty minutes now and I swear there is nothing to wear.

"I can't sit down. I have to get ready." I turn to look at him. He's holding our puppy Mac. Benny got me him for Christmas. The dog thinks he's a lap dog, but in the short time we've had him it's easy to tell that dog will outweigh me soon enough. I'm ...