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Fashion

My Dress

By: Kayla Russ

Satin fabric caressed the round of my calves as I pulled the dress over my legs and around my torso. A slight tingle rushed up my back as I felt the cool silk drape my body. Never before had I encountered a more perfect bond between woman and dress, and I twirled in a complete circle, causing the end of the gown to flutter effortlessly about my lower half.

The stress of the upcoming event disappeared from my hazy mind, and flew out the open shutter. I found myself shivering in delight as I imagined what my fellow classmates would say about the perfectly shaped material outlining my feminine curves. "Absolutely gorgeous," one would say, or "I've never seen such a perfect dress." The thoughts of overhearing this feedback were filling my mind with pride. I took another glance at the vintage mirror to my left, and cocked my head.

Images of beautiful woman flashed before my hazel eyes—they were dressed so perfectly, I wondered if they were actually flawless. My fingers shivered in excitement, anticipating the moment when I would present myself to my own audience. The imaginary women walked slowly to the left, and twirled their bodies in a graceful manner. There were many different colors of satin, velvet, and chiffon gowns; I couldn't focus on just one.

Short, fuchsia silk. An A-line garb with a large, satin bow tied across the waist. Heavy velvet that reached to the floor, with a sensual open back. A cerise chiffon dress complete with ruffled skirt. The possibilities were endless.

As I looked down at my own outfit, I smoothed my fingers down its silky sides. Gripping the fabric slightly, the dress slowly slid up as I lifted my hands, and I stepped into the silver heels resting on the floor. Yes, these models were beautiful, but I truly believed that I looked more elegant.

Walking out the door to my room, I felt the satin rub my calves again, and I grinned. Absolutely gorgeous.