She wrapped it around her waist, avoiding eye contact with the mirror. She did not need that mental image following her around for the next few months.

Finally she secured the closure. She used her hands to try to smooth the lacy contraption down.

"What..." She wondered aloud. She looked down at the twisted material.

A sharp rap on the door caused her to jump.

"What's taking you so long?" Georgia called from the other side of the door.

She pressed her right hand to the door and used the other to twist the door knob. She opened it a few inches and pressed her face to the opening.

"Umm. It's twisted." She hissed.

Georgia pushed on the door. Laura stepped back and let her in.

Georgia a minute to steady the situation.

Laura's back pressed against the mirror.

"Can we go now?" She whined.

"No." Georgia said and reached for the clasp at Laura's hip. It took her seconds to have it off of Laura's body.

"It's just..." She spoke as she held the garment in the air, "twisted," she shook it, "here." she manipulated the fabric and the long straps.

She then held it up against Laura's body, "Here, hold it here." She pointed to her left hip.

Obediently laura did ad she was told.
Georgia wrapped her arms around her grasped the other end of the garment from behind her and pulled it around the other side.

Within seconds she had it secured. she stood up took half a step back, all the tiny space allowed, and studied Laura from top to bottom.

"See, you're gorgeous." She said triumphantly. "Look." She gestured to the mirror behind Laura.