Even in her current state of agitation, she looks gorgeous, her newly dyed pink and blonde hair cascading in loose waves down the mostly open back of her halter-style dress. The top of the bodice starts as pure white, transitioning to a pale blush just below the waist and then a gorgeous bright pink by the end of the long train. “You don’t want to ruin the surprise for Zane,” I tell her. “He’s going to take one look at you and totally lose it.”

