CHAPTER 80

　　"Hailey!" Brenda screamed so loud, I was sure astronauts could hear her.

　　"What crawled up her a-"

　　"Just help me tighten the dress will you?" I groaned gesturing at the zipper of the cream lace ball gown I wore. "The modiste shouldn't have listened to you. Now she made it so tight."

　　"Oh quit your whining," Susie chastened as she helped zip up my dress. "This dress is beautiful and you know it."

　　It really was. I could barely recognize myself in the mirror. It was a cream-coloured dress that hugged my torso rather tightly. The sweetheart neckline made my breasts look like ripe plums and I feared that they would slip out at the ball the next day.

　　"I don't get why we have to do a photo shoot. The marriage is ending anyways." I told Susie as she fetched my heels.

　　"You talk as if you don't know Brenda," Susie replied, helping me step into the deathly high shoes. "She's the fake till the end sort of person. And her son is exactly like her."