“How does the dress feel?” Maggie had helped her choose a silky, black sheath and the gold, silver, and black heels to accent it. The dress had a turtle-neck collar but the shoulders were bare. The dress flowed down from the collar, just wide enough to hide the bullet scar below her left collarbone. From there, the gown swirled to her ankles.
“Incredible! I never thought I could walk in heels this high!” Cam said with awe.
“Well, sweetie, just be careful you don’t turn an ankle.” Maggie stopped. “Good God, I sound like your mother!”
Cam laughed. “That’s okay, mom.” She grinned, “I’ll be careful.”
Maggie shook her head and patted Cam on the shoulder.
“You do look incredible. This dress shows off your shoulders nicely,” Maggie said, making sure the dress hung just right. “The weight training you’ve done looks good on you.”