Oh fuck. FUCK. She felt it starting before she admitted it to herself. Her tears pooled and brimmed over, further ruining her already tarnished make up.
She stared at him for a minute, unsure of what to say, what she was supposed to do at that point. And what did she blurt out, of all the things she could have said in such a tense conversation? It came out in a whimper, "You said you liked this dress."