ISABEL'S POV

“This dress should be nice enough,” I said, holding it up in front of the mirror as I studied my reflection carefully.

The dress was plain. Too plain for my taste. A soft, dull-colored fabric that screamed average and forgettable. I hated it already. I had walked past rows of chiffon dresses at the boutique earlier, ones that hugged the body perfectly and sparkled just enough to command attention. Dresses that would have made every head turn the moment I stepped into that event center.

But that wasn’t the goal today.

I used some of the ten thousand dollars Mom gave me the last time to buy this...