Elin

Intro She steps out of the changing room, and for a moment, everything else fades. The silver minidress clings perfectly to her curves, shimmering with each move. It’s tight, bold—unlike her usual style. Her blonde hair frames her face as she gives me a playful smile. “Well?” she asks, turning in front of the mirror. I pause. “You look… incredible.” And she does. But my mind is racing. This isn’t just any dress—it’s for her ten-year high school reunion back in Sweden. I remember her stories, especially the one about that guy she used to have a huge crush on. She never hid it, and I never worried—until now. She looks at herself in the mirror, smoothing the fabric with care. “It’s a big night. I want to feel confident, powerful,” she says. I nod, trying to mask my unease. “It’s definitely a statement.” She chuckles, not picking up on the tension. “Exactly.” I don’t want to doubt her. Elin has always been open and honest with me—adventurous, curious, full of love. She’s talked about adding excitement to our relationship, about exploring new things. But this dress feels personal, like it's meant to make a specific impression. And I can’t help but wonder—is he going to be there? Is he part of the reason? When she steps back into the changing room, I exhale slowly. It’s not about jealousy. It’s about not knowing what she’s chasing tonight. Confidence? Closure? Or something more? She comes out a minute later, holding the dress. “I’m getting it,” she says simply, smiling like the girl I fell in love with. I smile back, and she leans in to kiss me. “You’ll be the only one I’m thinking about,” she whispers. I want to believe her. Maybe I do. But I still need to understand what this dress really means.