Georgia stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of the black dress May had brought. It clung to her curves in a way she wasn’t used to anymore. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and her lips had a bit of gloss. Not too much. Just enough to shine a little.

She turned to the side, then turned back.

“Are you sure I don’t look… too much?” she asked, squinting at herself.

May, who was sitting on the edge of the bed fixing her earrings, looked up and smirked. “Too much? Girl, you look hot.”

Georgia frowned. “Hot? I feel like I’m going to church and...