I got to the venue early, nerves fluttering but hope shining through.
As I was heading to the dressing room, I spotted Laura walking out. She didn’t see me, but something in her expression — that smug little smirk — made my stomach tighten!
I waited until she turned the corner.
Then I turned back.
When I opened the door to the dressing room, my heart dropped!
My gown, the one I had chosen with such care, was ruined!
The zipper had been completely yanked off. The lace bodice was torn, and something brown — I think it was coffee — was smeared across the skirt!
I stood frozen for a moment, trying to breathe.
Then I acted.
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