A Prom In Paris: Chapter 4 (Dresses)Disclaimer and Content Warning in the description
Mylène wrestled another dress onto its hanger. She had been shopping since school got out, and it was nearly seven and she had neither eaten nor found a dress that fit. Not even one that she liked; one that fit.
"Are there any more?" she asked the lady at the counter.
The lady at the counter sighed and stood up. "Let me check," she said, going into the back.
Mylène looked herself in the mirror. Short, she thought, trying to stand taller. Lumpy. Heavy. Not even pretty.
Ivan had told her so many times that she was beautiful. It didn't make her feel any better. She wondered – if her boyfriend's affirmations didn't make her feel better about herself, would anything?
She hadn't worn a dress since école primaire, when childrens' dresses stopped fitting her. The more dresses she tried, the more she worried that nothing would fit. Worse, each dress that didn't fit – didn't make i