#Chapter 87: A Real Date

Tessa

Maisie had been bouncing around my room all evening, pulling dresses from my closet and tossing them in a massive heap on the floor. She was so enthusiastic that I didn’t have the heart to ask her to stop. Finally, she seemed to settle on a deep emerald gown, one I hadn’t worn in years, and her eyes sparkled as she held it up to me.

“This one, Mommy! It’s so pretty, and it matches your eyes!