"It's mostly white," Annie countered, waggling her brows at him.

Though that was actually fairly generous as hints went, considering that -- well. A lot of Annie's stuff (less than a month or so ago, but still a lot) was mostly white.

"But," she continued, reaching over to where she'd left her phone on the counter and quickly swiping though it, "it's also not this."

(Annie, for the record, had not looked quite as amazing as the model, since the dress was pinned in around her rather than tailored, but she still stood by what she'd thought almost two months ago: maybe a different dress with a slit, for a different occasion, because damn.)