"Your father took me to a restaurant in Gangnam twenty-eight years ago." Calista raised the hanger slightly higher. "He had to fold his hands under the table the entire evening because he did not know what else to do with them."
Soorin stared at her.
"Father let you go out in that?"
"He picked the restaurant," Calista said. "Specifically so he could watch me walk in."
"That is."
"Romantic."
"I was going to say concerning."
"Same thing at the right age," Calista said, and held the dress out. "You have my figure. You are going to look catastrophic in this."
"Catastrophic."
"For him. Wonderful for you. Try it on."
Soorin took it. Held it up against herself. Looked at the neckline.
"Mom this is."
"Gorgeous."
"I was going to say a lot."
"It is a lot in the right direction." Calista sat on the edge of the bed and folded her hands in her lap with the patience of someone who had waited twenty-eight years to pass this dress on. "Try it on, Soorin-ah."
She tried it on.
