It hung in the corner. A gift. A dress of dreams. Dress enough to give her confidence and courage. So, she hoped. She slid it on, it flowed down the length of her body, slipping around every contour. This would work.
Slowly she strode across the stage. The sea of eyes looked back at her. Her tongue caught. The words were gone. The room grew restless.
Then the words began. To flow. They were enraptured. Under a spell. Under her command. To rule. And yet, she had not uttered a single word.
The Dress Spoke For Her . . . . .
Slowly she strode across the stage. The sea of eyes looked back at her. Her tongue caught. The words were gone. The room grew restless.
Then the words began. To flow. They were enraptured. Under a spell. Under her command. To rule. And yet, she had not uttered a single word.
The Dress Spoke For Her . . . . .
