In Riley’s Arms: Part 2
I stood looking at myself in the full length mirror behind the bathroom door. My dress was almost lime green, but a duller and darker than what is normally attributed to the color. It hung rather fitted along my chest and stomach, with straps falling to the sides of my shoulders, and at the hips it cascaded downward in a silky flow. My hair was left straight down, falling near the middle of my back. I wore very little make up and only managed one inch heels the same color as my dress. If I were being honest with myself, I would say that I actually didn’t look as ridiculous as I had first thought I would. In fact, I looked pretty. Older. A bit more mature. “Holly?” My brother tapped lightly on the door …