All's Well

The red dress hung from a hanger on the door. A garment that she had never worn before. Its vibrant rich colour called to her to buy, But why? The red dress made her feel very feminine. Clad in silkiness she’d felt sylph-like and thin. Would he really like it, would he like her too, No clue! The red dress fitted, so clever the design. No doubt he would think this lady so divine. So out on her date she went, one heart beating, First meeting! The red dress had made all her dreams come true. Her beau was so charming the whole evening through. Love was in the air, the dress had worked its spell, All’s well! © Ernestine Northover