The forgotten dress

I woke up to the blaring sound of my phone vibrating against the nightstand.

Groggy, I blindly reached for it, squinting at the screen as I tried to make sense of the message that had just come through.

Reminder: Pick up Elena's dress today before noon.

Oh.

OH.

My eyes widened in horror as the realization hit me like a truck. I hadn't just forgotten to pick up Elena's dress—I had COMPLETELY wiped it from my memory, as if my brain had decided it wasn't essential information. And now, judging by the time on my phone…

9:47 AM.

I had just over two hours to get there before the boutique closed early for some fancy gala event.

I shot up in bed so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash.