It fit! It finally fit. The dress that she’d been wearing the night she met Tom. She’d been at a fundraising ball to benefit one of the local museums, and had stepped into the garden for some fresh air. Tom was there too, hiding. The music from the band spilled through the open doors, and he’d asked her to dance. They were married a year later.
Lately, Tom stopped looking at her the way he once did. She killed herself in the gym for the past six months, determined to get into that magical dress again. And now she had. He would see her again.
“Are you ready?” Tom asked, heading for the door, barely giving her a backwards glance.
Her stomach fell. She felt the tears coming but refused to let them fall. “I don’t feel very well. I think I’ll stay home tonight.”
Tom let the door slam behind him as he left. She sat at the table and laid her head down, realizing maybe it was time she found her own magic.