~SCARLETT.

The zipper wouldn't budge.

Frustrated, I twisted my arms behind me, fingertips fumbling to grasp the tiny metal piece. It didn't help. The dress clung stubbornly to my body, trapping me in an infuriating battle I had been losing for the past five minutes.

A groan left my lips. "Are you serious?"

I had completely forgotten the damn dress had a zipper when I put it on. Naomi, the sales associate, had helped me earlier, and now, here I was-struggling like an idiot.

Sighing, I shifted my stance, deciding to try a different approach. If the zipper wouldn't come down, maybe I could lift the dress over my head...