Please, Don’t Do This
“Why?” Macy stammered. “Why are you doing this?” Her dress abided by every rule in the school’s dress code.
She’d even ensured that the thigh slit, common in most Cheongsam dresses, didn’t go past her midthigh.
Her eyes cast down to the red gown, and she whirled around, trying to see if anything was wrong. Mr. Johnson, still staring at her, would clarify his intentions.