Emily stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She stepped back slowly, one heel at a time, and looked at reflection in the mirror.
Her skin was still glowing from the pampering section. Her long black hair had been curled and pinned up softly. A few loose strands framed her face. Her makeup was light, but pretty. Her lips were pink, her gray eyes looked warmer and a little bold. The spa lady had called it a "soft glam."
She turned to the side, then back to the front, then turned around again.
The dress she wore was black, hugging her body in all the right ways. It had thin straps and a low back. Her gold sandals were shiny.
She couldn't remember the last time she had worn something like that.
Was it prom? It had to be, courtesy of Mari.
She smiled at the thought of Mari.
Emily glanced at the time displayed on her phone. It was almost 7 p.m, and Dan would be there soon.
Callan wasn't at home, not that she cared.
