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"Even if I was crazy?”
"No," I said, trying to make a joke. "You'd just shave your head and live with thirty cats.”
Lissa's feelings grew darker, but she didn't say anything else. Stopping just outside the dressing
room, she pulled a black dress off the rack. She brightened a little.
"This is the dress you were born for. I don't care how practical you are now.”
Made of silky black material, the dress was strapless and sleek, falling about to the knees.
Although it had a slight flair at the hemline, the rest looked like it would definitely manage
some serious clinging action. Super sexy. Maybe even challenge-the-school-dress-code sexy.
"That is my dress," I admitted. I kept staring at it, wanting it so badly that it ached in my chest.
This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.
Lissa pulled out my size. "Try it on.”
I shook my head and started to put it back. "I can't. It would compromise you. One dress isn't
worth your grisly death.”
"Then we'll just get it without you trying it on." She bought the dress.
The afternoon continued, and I found myself growing tired. Always watching and being on
guard suddenly became a lot less fun. When we hit our last stop, a jewelry store, I felt kind of
glad.
"Here you go," said Lissa, pointing at one of the cases. "The necklace made to go with your
dress.”
I looked. A thin gold chain with a gold-and-diamond rose pendant. Emphasis on the diamond
part.
"I hate rose stuff.”
Lissa had always loved getting me rose things—just to see my reaction, I think. When she saw
the necklace's price, her smile fell away.