Confident as Kaija might have sounded when she ran out of the dressing room, she was still unsure about one thing... Since she hadn't even tried the dress on, she had no idea if it would fit.
In her living room, the black paper bag sat exactly where she'd left it two weeks ago. Next to it, the once-vibrant red roses had dried into a deep, brittle red-brown, a few petals scattered across the mahogany surface.
She lifted the light blue wearable piece of artwork from the bag, the expensive satin smooth and cool against her hands.
The brand tag said Birds of Paradise. Kaija, fashionably illiterate as she was, was of course clueless of which brand that was.
"Thank you, whoever gave me this," she murmured, before stripping down and slipping into the dress right there in the living room.
The fit was perfect, as if it'd been tailored to her exact measurements. Her breath caught when she saw herself in the full-length mirror.
