Six weeks later, someone knocked on my door.
I opened it.
Except it wasn’t white anymore.
Tina stood there wearing the wedding dress.
Except it wasn’t white anymore.
It had been shortened to her knees and dyed bright blue.
I stared.
She grinned.
“What?”
“I loved this dress before he tried to make me ruin it.”
“You look insane.”
“Good insane?”
“Very.”
She spun once.
“I loved this dress before he tried to make me ruin it.”
“So what’s the occasion?”
For the first time in months, she looked like herself again.
She grabbed my hand.
“We’re going dancing.”
I looked at the blue dress.
Then at my sister.
“Give me ten minutes.”
For the first time in months, she looked like herself again.
“Give me ten minutes.”
She smiled.
“I’ll give you five.”
