"When I make it big, I'll buy you a huge house. Floor-to-ceiling windows draped in white tulle, and you'll wear a wedding dress for me every day."
I told him a wedding dress was only meant to be worn once.
He said then we'd have a wedding at home. One a day.
I called him ridiculous, and he tickled me until we both tumbled onto that creaky twin bed, laughing so hard we couldn't breathe.
"Hey, you."
Rebecca's imperious voice yanked me out of the memory. I looked up to find her lifting her chin at me, eyes brimming with contempt.
"Lady, help me out of this one. The waist really is too tight."
I dropped my gaze, scrambling to obey. My knees had gone numb from kneeling, and when I braced myself against the floor to stand, my heart stuttered. Black spots swarmed my vision.
Rebecca had her back to me. I steadied my breathing as best I could, terrified of damaging a gown worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Pinching the zipper tab with painstaking care, I eased it down.
"Ow! Watch it, you clumsy hag! You pinched my skin, are you blind?"
Rebecca shrieked, clutching her waist as she whipped around, her eyes wide with fury.
I froze, instinctively stepping back.