Dress

"Oh," her mother whined. "You weren't supposed to look until I was finished." Zoe slowly stood up and stared at it. It was from Zoe's closet...it was one of the dresses her mother bought her...non-Goth dresses, for a family get-together a few months earlier that she'd tried to convince Zoe to dress like an average teen for. She'd refused to wear it. "You need to be dressed right for company," Linda said.