‘This piece is my favourite Victor Josselyn dress. I wore it to my first ever mid-summer picnic with Jack. It’sperfectfor the funfair. It will show your figure while also being light, seasonal and demure.’
I take a closer look at the dress. It smells faintly of Chanel No. 5, the perfume my mum used to wear. I go slightly dizzy at the scent.Don’t think about that, Jess.
I take a deep breath and recover myself, putting my hands in the air while Peach and Grandma pull the dress over my head.
Once they’ve buttoned up the gazillion buttons up the back, Grandma glides around me in a circle like a shark, huge eyes narrowed in assessment.
‘Can I look now?’ I tut, folding my arms in front of me.
Grandma nods once and gestures towards the mirror. ‘Go ahead.’
I stiffly shuffle over to the large bathroom mirror, trying not to exert myself too much due to the pure danger of breathing too hard in this ridiculous get-up. I bet I look ridic—
Oh.
Wow.
There I am.
What I see before me is not a freak of nature, but sort of a more elegant version of Jessica Rabbit. My waist is tiny, but it doesn’t look that peculiar, it just makes my hips and boobs look bigger – a quintessential hourglass. The shoestring straps of the summer dress show off my now creamy-coloured shoulders and décolletage, and while the bare flesh of my breasts is covered up completely, they still look, and are quite literally, knock-out tits.
‘Fair enough,’ I say eventually. ‘Maybe you’re right about the look.’
‘Well, of course I’m right about the look, Jessica, dear.’ Grandma gives a nonchalant shrug, delicately pushing her red glasses up her aquiline nose. ‘I’m Matilda Beam.’
