Ginger had taken longer than usual to get ready. For at least three hours of her afternoon, she'd had a mental break down concerning how fat every one of her dresses made her look. Then, on top of that, all of her shoes were wrong when she finally found a dress that didn't make her look as fat as the others. Her jewelry was wrong, her makeup was hideous and she was nearly in tears when Sam had knocked on the door.

Rushing, she brushed her hair with her fingers and steeled herself as best she could before flinging the door open in the most put together outfit she could manage for the night. Smiling she'd taken his arm, and followed him down to the dance with the bravest face she could manage.

And yet she couldn't help but think everyone was whispering about how fat she looked in her dress.