She dresses for herself…
The dress reminds her of Texas bluebonnets tickling her calves in the warm sunshine. It reminds her of cobalt blue summer skies and the sweat of a gin and tonic dripping onto her fingers. It reminds her of the cornflower eyes of the first baby she ever delivered.
She dresses for herself, not him.
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