I remember my prom dress that I believe my mother purchased at a boutique. It was actually a long skirt and a blouse with three-quarter-inch sleeves, both bright yellow. It was probably the cheapest outfit we could find, but I loved it. I went to the prom with my dad, since I didn’t have a date, and I had a great time, but I think my poor father was embarrassed, being among all those teenagers, especially during the garter ceremony, when I removed that item from my ankle and placed it on his arm, as instructed. In my latest novel, my main character wanted her mother to buy her a prom dress at a local boutique, but her mother made a dress instead. To learn what happened after that, read The Red Dress.
Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above with her six-sentence prompt for…
View original post 239 more words