I was talking to Gary when I heard several murmurs.
I turned.
And I saw her.
Shirley.
I felt my face freeze.
She was wearing a blue dress.
My blue dress.
Or rather…
a copy.
Shirley walked slowly, enjoying every look.
Several people turned from her to me.
Then again to her.
Gary frowned.
What is going on?
I couldn’t answer.
Shirley came to us.
She looked at my dress from top to bottom.
Then he smiled.
“Wow.
I walked over.
Where did you get that dress?
I sent him to.
How exactly did they know how to do it?
His smile grew bigger.
“You’re not the only person who looks good on blue.
Then I understood everything.
The evenings “cleaning” my room.
The hours I had spent alone near my closet.
The times he insisted that I go out.
I had photographed the dress.
He had probably taken action.
