The Dance

The Dress

        "Oh, thank you, Mom!" exclaimed Katie as she looked at the beautiful dress her mother had made her. It was an exquisite turquoise dress, and Katie was in heaven as she looked at it. It would even spin very well on the dance floor. It was just the right length: not too short, not too long. 

        "It will be perfect for the dance tomorrow, Mom! Oh, it makes me feel like I'm actually Cosette!"

        "Now, just live in 1830 France and marry a barricader and have me be a prostitute- well, there are lots of problems with that. But I will go iron it right now, sweetie." 

        "It looks so hard!"

        "Oh, it wasn't that hard, dear. I love you."

        Oh, Mom was so nice. She had worked so hard to make this dress for Katie, and she wouldn't even admit it was hard. She had even broken her sewing machine at 9 pm the previous night, and had gone to a very expensive store to fix it. Oh, what would Katie do without her?

        She had asked her Mom- well maybe not so much asked- a few days before, when she heard that she would be going to the dance that Saturday. Her mother had just come home from her work, and Katie's bus was a few minutes before her. Katie was laying on the bed, texting her friend, Abigail. Then, her friend told her about the dance on Saturday. It was going to be the best dance ever! It was going to be filled with Broadway songs. I mean seriously. How much better can it get than that? Even better, every single person at the dance had to be dressed up as someone from a Broadway show. Katie had decided to be Cosette from Les Misérables. She loved Les Misérables more than almost anything else. She had gone to see it three times before it closed when she was ten. She couldn't wait to see all of the boys who professed to hate Broadway dressing up as Broadway characters so they could dance with the girls. It was going to be awesome. Katie literally screamed with excitement. Her mother ran upstairs, asking what was wrong, and Katie gushed to her mother and told to make a dress for her!

        As Katie skipped up the stairs, her mother smiled. She was the last thing she had left of her childhood sweetheart and husband, as he had died a few months after their fifth anniverary and Katie's birth. She would do anything for Katie.