The Final Look
Getting ready for my birthday dinner was almost too easy. My tailored dress and beautiful clutch had arrived in a convenient garment bag, perfectly protected for my commute.
I slipped into the dress seamlessly and couldn't even notice the temporary binding at the side. I wore my own Stuart Weitzman Nudist heels and toted along the Lee Savage clutch (it was decidedly heavy, but I got a great arm workout). As I made my way through the casino, the bubbly sound of slot machine music encouraging me on my way, I felt like I had already won a million bucks. In reality, I had lost $400. But hey, that's the power of a really special dress.