Isabella furrowed her brows and grunted. “Yes, I have an imagination. And I think you’ll look fine. It’s not like it matters anyways. You're just a plus-one to this thing. Does anyone really care what you’re wearing?” Madelyn chuckled dryly. “I wish you were right, Isabella, but the sad truth is it always matters what a woman is wearing. Even if you reach the top.” Madelyn pulls the dress out of the garment bag and steps into it.
She turns to Isabella, motioning at the fabric pooled at her feet. “Zip me up would you?” Isabella got to her feet. “Sure.” Suddenly, Madelyn chuckles and smirked. “Of course, Ethan will be the one zipping me up on our big night... and the rest of my life, for that matter. For now though, you’re going to have to play the role of Ethan... just like you play the role of Madelyn.”