Sorry I haven't been updating at all lately. There's been a mix of writer's block and being too busy. Sorry it's so short.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Kristina looked into the mirror excitedly. It was a week before prom and her dress was coming in from the dressmaker's that very day. She was happy that she had a date with her friend Dennis, who was the son of Emily and her husband Eric. Kristina knew he wasn't the date she wanted, but she'd finally convinced herself to forget about Joey. After their night together Kristina hadn't heard anything from him, and she wasn't hurt by it. She had tried to talk to Sonny into doing something about Alcazar, but he refused, and she'd finally given up, even though it was against her nature. Kristina was stubborn, like both her father and Carly, and she would usually move mountains until she got her way.
She heard the knock and the door and ran to get it, but Michael beat her to it. She watched as her brought in the large box and signed the postman's clipboard. As soon as the door was closed she ran to Michael and said, "Give it to me!"
Michael laughed and held it above the her head. Kristina jumped to get it, but she was much shorter than Michael and couldn't reach. "Michael, give it to me," she whined.
"Michael, give it to me," he mocked in a high voice. His dark eyes shined in amusement as he handed her the box.
"What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were supposed to be moving out," Kristina asked with annoyance.
"I see you're going to miss me so much," he said sarcastically. "I am moving out. I got an apartment. I just needed to get a few of my things. And you know you can come visit any time, no matter what. Have fun at your prom. Be good." He kissed her forehead and then ran upstairs.
Kristina sat on the couch and used scissors to carefully open it. She knew what Sonny would say if she tore the dress. "Kristina Chloe," she could already hear him say, "I have a dress custom made for you, and then I have it shipped all the way from France, and what do you do? You rip it." He'd be upset, but Kristina knew he would be smiling too.
Carly came running down the stairs and said excitedly, "Michael told me your dress came. Ooh, let me see, let me see."
Kristina lifted the dress out of the box slowly. As she saw it she breathed in sharply, she heard Carly do the same. "It's beautiful," Carly said. Kristina agreed and said, "I'm going to go try it on."
"Alright, let me know. I want to see how it looks. I'm sure you'll look great. Camille designs beautiful dresses," Carly replied.
Kristina ran the dress upstairs and quickly put the dress on. But once it was on she couldn't zip it up. She tried for about ten minutes and the yelled, "Carly, I need your help," frustrated.
Carly entered the room a few minutes later and attempted to help Kristina, but was also unsuccessful. "Have you put on weight, Kristina?" Carly asked.
"It doesn't look like it, but it's possible," she added doubtfully.
"No, you know I haven't, Carly," Kristina told her, stressfully. "I haven't had a single carb or bad fat this past month. And I've been working out every day. I don't understand this."
Carly shook her head. "I don't know. Camille could have gotten the measurements wrong, but that would be unlike her."
"Well, that's the only thing it could be," Kristina said, exasperated.
"If you think so, then that's probably it. I'll call Camille, and then we can send it back," Carly said confused.
Carly left the room and Kristina tried the dress one more time. She knew Camille hadn't messed up, but Kristina couldn't figure out what had happened. She thought about all she had done recently, and then it hit her.
She sat down on her bed, head in hands. "It can't be true," she thought, and yet she was almost positive it was. Kristina heard Carly coming back up the stairs and wondered what she would tell her, and how she would tell her father, were it true.
