The Home for Broken Hearts
“She had been in her bedroom, released early from work by Allegra, who had decided that she felt a little tired (which was code for “tipsy”) and needed to rest her eyes (which was code for “nap”), and had decided on impulse to go through her wardrobe. Spread on her bed were a selection of dresses and skirts, vapid remnants of a past life when she used to think about what she looked like. Ellen picked up one of Nick’s favorite dresses, a pale blue cotton affair printed with tiny chintz flowers, with a square-cut neck, little cap sleeves, and covered buttons down the front. Ellen held it against her body as she looked in the mirror, smoothing it over her breasts and forming it to her hips.
Odd, how it didn’t look like her dress anymore, or even like anything she would choose to wear. The color clashed with her olive skin and green eyes and the length, which fell just below the knee, made her look a good deal shorter than she was. And if Ellen remembered rightly, the little covered bu...ttons used to pull uncomfortably over her bust and made her feel that if she made any sudden movements with her arms, they would ping off one by one.MoreLess
Odd, how it didn’t look like her dress anymore, or even like anything she would choose to wear. The color clashed with her olive skin and green eyes and the length, which fell just below the knee, made her look a good deal shorter than she was. And if Ellen remembered rightly, the little covered bu...ttons used to pull uncomfortably over her bust and made her feel that if she made any sudden movements with her arms, they would ping off one by one.MoreLess
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