Daisy grew more excited as it caressed her breasts and waist and brushed against her hips.
She admired herself in a full-length mirror. Oh, how I adore blue.
Yes, tonight, Daisy felt free. She decided not to wear anything other than the dress.
She laughed, and she twirled.
The doorbell rang.
One last look before Daisy rushed to answer the call.
"You look fantastic in that dress." Jack handed her a corsage.
"Thank you. Would you like to pin it on?"
His eyes widened. "Would I ever."
"Be careful not to stick me."
"You smell of scented wild lemons." Jack inhaled.
With a flirtatious smile, "It's called 'Blood Orange.'"
Beneath a large banner: 1982
Daisy and Jack stood hand in hand in front of an arch of black and silver balloons.
A camera flashed; Lila saw stars.
The photographer said, "You'll get your pictures in about a week."
Jack turned and told Daisy, "Tonight is going to be fun."
They danced on the floor of the Yacht Club and drank glasses of champagne at the bar.
At midnight, partygoers threw confetti; the bartender yelled, "Happy New Year!"
Daisy and Jack kissed.
When the photo arrived, Daisy's jaw dropped when she saw the picture.
The phone rang. It was from Jack. "Hey babe, I got the picture." He laughed. "Can I come over?"
"Shut up!" Daisy slammed down the receiver.
The flash of the camera had cut through the fabric of her dress. It captured every intimate detail.