“Yeah, that’s absolutely fine with me,” I said.I had nothing to worry about. I had found a beautiful yellow dress that I felt was perfect for the occasion. It was elegant, tasteful, and made me feel good about myself. But when I showed it to Elizabeth, she frowned.”I’m sorry, Julia,” she said. “But that dress isn’t appropriate for your age and your weight,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “Don’t worry,” she added. “I’ll sew you the perfect dress. You know that I have enough experience in making my own clothes.” “Are you sure?” I asked, twirling around in the dress so that she could see the dress better and see how much I loved it.”Yes,” she said. “I’m absolutely sure. I have a vision for my wedding, so I need it to be perfect. I’m going to be sorting my mother’s dress, too.” A week later, she handed me a shapeless black sack.”What is this?”
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