CORRIE

I didn't like my dress for a lot of reasons. But I could name a few. Other than the fact that it was a literal ball gown, taking almost all the space in the car. The top part that curved the upper part of my torso was so tight like a corset.

It was uncomfortable sitting up straight since I'd managed to sneak in the butter knife which was literally tucked to my left. The cold metallic feel made me uneasy, and the teasing edges had me at my wits end.

I was already fucking nervous the entire ride, my heart racing I could literally hear it pound against...