Chapter Fifty Five

Rose

A large pile of dresses was taking over my bed. No one could agree on one. My mom was pushing for a tulle dress. Harriet was adamant it should be off the shoulder for easy access to my neck. Heather pushed for a blue or pink dress to bring out the color of my eyes. Iris liked all of the dresses but seemed to prefer the more revealing ones. I had been forced to try on at least a dozen. Honestly, I was just getting annoyed with all of them. I knew they meant well, but I was not their personal doll to dress up.

“Okay, there are only a few dresses left. How about I pick the next one? Hopefully, the last.” I groaned, and they all nodded in approval. I slipped off the slinky white halter neck dress. I don’t know what Iris was thinking with that one...a single speck of blood would ruin it forever.

My fingers pushed the remaining dresses apart on the rack. I decided to take their opinions into consideration, but ultimately I chose to have an idea. I heard the rustl