“You’re not making a scene,” Edward said.

“You’re protecting your house.”

The fitting room at the dress shop had bright fluorescent lights that hummed overhead.

Lily sat on the plush velvet ottoman outside the curtain, kicking the wooden leg of her bench with her sneaker.

“Try the pink one next, Mom,” Lily called out, her heels thumping against the floor.

I stepped out from behind the velvet curtain wearing a floral midi dress with an elastic waistband.

I looked into the three-way mirror under the glaring white lights.