I fumbled with my fingers as I stood nervously in my underwear,
wondering if my mother would see sense and call the whole thing off or…
“Right… you need your skirt and blouse on, maybe a necklace too,” she said, passing me the blouse.
“Do you want tights?” she asked as her eyes dropped down to my legs.
“They look nice enough as they are so you don’t need any tights,” she said as I buttoned myself into the white collared blouse.
I was happy enough to skip a pair of tights,
so I donned the black pencil skirt that Mum’s long outgrown yet fits me perfectly.
“Blouse in or out?” I asked.
“Well tuck it in and see how it looks,” Mum said.
I did as asked, fastened the zip, and looked down at myself.
“Perfect.” Mum grinned.