All Dressed Up.(Camilla Belle)(Brief article)

Byline: AMY ASTLEY

The best, and most memorable, thing about my senior prom was the dress. Despite my humiliating lack of a date and a dearth of prospects, my mother made me go shopping. It was a serious case of wishful thinking on her part--perfect dress leads to perfect boy--and, alas, it didn't work. But we both loved the sweet white dress flecked with tiny black polka dots that we found. Full-skirted and spaghetti-strapped, it had a distinct 1950s silhouette--but my fluffy permed hair, bright-blue eyeliner, and black patent spike heels were pure eighties. The overall vibe was kind of Grace Kelly meets Pat Benatar, and my mother has the photos (displayed!) to prove …