´´What color will the dress be?´´ Moira asked her mother. ´´It must be white, for purity. Don´t you remember the rules?´´ Arabella asked. Moira was smiling ´White ey´ she thought ´If only they knew...´ Moira hadn´t been a virgin since she left University a few years ago.
She had studied to become a psychologist and possessed a BA and an MA in behavioural science. All of this just affirmed her suspicions that humanity in general was
poorly designed, in more ways than one. Not that she had ever had a boyfriend, she didn´t care much for the guys in school or anywhere else for that matter.
They never challenged her, couldn´t keep up with her, and certainly did not know how set her soul on fire. She sighed ´´How about off white mother? Would that be acceptable?´´ Moira suggested. ´´Yes, I suppose it will have to do. What about this one ´´ Lady Kincaid had poor taste in fashion, and the dress she had picked for her daughter kind of looked like a wedding cake. Moira didn´t know wether she should
cry or she should laugh. ´´Not quite my taste mother´´ Moira walked around the shop with it´s expensive designer dresses and picked on off the rack. ´´How about this