WINONA.

“No, I’ve changed my mind.” I say, turning away from the black dress that sits on the bed.

Azura tilts her head, her hands on her hips. She’s stunning in a slinky teal dress.

“You chose it.” She says pouting. “And frankly, I love it and you would look amazing in it?”

I look away from the doe eyes, knowing I’ll give in and stare at the dress once again.

Yes, I did choose it, but I had a moment of ‘if I was choosing a dress for someone else with my figure, what would I choose?’ But then I realise I have to put it on… It’s going...