He winced as he looked it over. "Yeah, but it's different when a dress... eh." He rifled through my closet and pulled out a crimson-colored satin cocktail dress with an a-line skirt that fell to just an inch above the knee. "You can wear that white dress out to the club, but this would be better for the dinner. Last thing we need is for my mother to look at you like you're on the menu in front of your parents. Besides, I have jewelry to go with each outfit. Now, where are you putting your wand?"