Hidden away in her curtained changing room, Iris disrobed and then shimmied into the dark teal dress, smoothing the textured fabric over her hips. On an entirely selfish level, she was glad that Uncle Hype had picked an autumn wedding since she much preferred a richer colour palette like this for fitted outfits. She pulled a face at herself in the mirror as she piled her hair up on her head, still not sure how she was going to style it on the day. Short and sleek or long with beachy, romantic waves? Iris let her hair fall back around her shoulders.
She pulled back the curtain and presented herself to Penny. "You have to picture me wearing heels," she said, barefoot now. "What do you think?”