“She said you stayed up for two nights finishing it.”
I stared at the photograph.
Lauren had called the dress embarrassing at seventeen.
She had complained about the fit.
The fabric.
The fact that other girls bought theirs from expensive boutiques.
I’d assumed she remembered it as one more sacrifice she’d rather forget.
Apparently she’d told Ethan a different story.
“She said you made her feel beautiful.”
My eyes filled.
Ethan noticed.
He didn’t try to comfort me with a speech.
Just turned another page.
That was kind.