Before them was a young woman in a red dress.
The woman in the red dress turned to the rest of the room.
The only time he saw me in the red dress.
Or maybe it was my mind trying to get me to focus on another woman in a red dress.
He saw her standing there in a long red dress.
She could have put on the red dress just so he'd know what he was leaving behind.
He would have done better to continue trying to stuff her into that red dress.
All I want is to fit in my red dress.
A red dress on a woman, especially one without much front or back, has an amazing effect.
It was almost dark when she gave up on the watch and tried to sell the red dress.
