Summary: A dress never meant so much. A drabble about Delia for girlcalledsun on Goldenlake.
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The note read simply, Wear this instead. R.
She turned it over in her hands, looking for more. Advice, perhaps an explanation. But nothing.
She glanced towards the beauty that lay before her. It was an exquisite work of green silk, with a beaded bodice and a neckline considerably lower than she'd ever worn.
She looked at the dress she was to wear tonight. It was a sturdy gown that had belonged to her sister-in-law. She had done her best with careful embroidery and a dash of lace, but it was still shabby. Old. Plain.
Well, Delia didn't want plain.