« Do I look okay? » she asked.
« You look beautiful, sweetheart. »
She touched the strap of her dress. « I feel like something is missing. »
« Do I look okay? »
I knew what she meant before she said it.
« Nothing’s missing, » I said.
She looked down. « Do you think Dad would recognize me now? »
Iris glanced up. « Sorry. Bad topic. »
« No, » I said. « Tonight is about dancing and pictures. »
« I just wonder sometimes, » she whispered. « If he ever thinks about me on big days. »
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