Everly stood in their room's walk-in closet, her skin still warm and damp from the shower. The faint scent of vanilla still lingered in the air. It was the smell of her favorite soap. She slipped into a simple, short summer dress made of soft, flowing fabric. It was a light pastel blue with white floral patterns scattered across it.
The dress hugged her waist and flared slightly at the hem, reaching just above her knees, with short sleeves that draped over her shoulders. As she tried to zip the dress up, her eyes caught sight of a package on the shelf in the jewelry section.