Dressed for Disaster

Rows of dresses stretched across the massive walk-in closet, leaving Cora rooted to the spot in disbelief. Five full minutes had ticked past, and with so many choices staring back at her, she still had no clue what to pull off the rack.

"Are you nearly ready?" Dom called from the bedroom.

"Shit," she muttered, jolting into motion. Shutting her eyes tight, she slid her fingers across the hangers