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My smile faltered. People turned to look.
Some whispered. The compliments faded into the background like a radio turned down mid-song.
Imagine his friends seeing you like this.”
That’s when I felt the old shame creeping in. That voice telling me I was foolish to think I deserved more. That I should’ve stayed in beige, kept quiet, and remembered my place.
But then, something shifted.
Josh stood up and tapped his glass.
“Everyone,” he said, “may I have your attention?”
The room went quiet, and all eyes landed on him. Emily adjusted her dress, expecting praise. She looked smug, thinking he’d make a joke at my expense.
Instead, Josh looked at me.
His voice was calm, but firm. “Do you see my mom in that pink dress?” he asked the room.
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