THE STRAP GOES AROUND AUBREY'S WAIST and she lets out a strangled breath when it tightens. Her eyes are trained on the slim, figure in the mirror, staring back at her with teary eyes from the pain of the dress.
She looks down at the long dress that sweeps the ground; it is gold in color and of a lace material. Aubrey will have loved the dress if it didn't have many straps around the belly that needs to be tied so tightly. Trying to bear the pain and keep shut, she turns her head from the masked image in the mirror to the surroundings of the room, taking note that this must be the tailor shop for the gods. It has golden lights hanging from the ceiling, making the other lace dresses in the shop glitter.
The third strap tightens around her waist and Aubrey gasps, "That's a little too tight, don't you think?"