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It’s a fuchsia pink floor length dress with sequins dripping from every corner.
I cringe.
“Come on. I said you need to trust me, remember?”
I gingerly take hold of the hanger. “But it's so . . . pink.”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t think it's pink enough.” She circles around me, closing the door behind her. “Have fun.”
I eye the dress, holding it an arm’s length away, not wanting to touch it at all. I don’t have to try it on to know that the fabric is itchy, and the color will flush my skin tone.
Still, I take off my clothes and step into the dress. My skin crawls as soon as I make contact, a shiver running down my spine the second I pull the sleeve on. I arch my back awkwardly, trying to reach the zipper, but I feel more like a cat pawing at yarn that’s being held out of reach. Finally, my fingers graze the metal, and I tug it up, closing the back of the dress.
I shudder, looking at my reflection.
I hate it. The dress screams the opposite of everything I like, not to mention the fact that I’m swimming in the top half of the dress. I’d need a serious pushup bra to make it work, and I’m not sure I’m ready to give up the comfort of my sports bra just to make a dress look good.
“How does it look?” Sadie calls from the other side of the door.
I crack the door open. “Oh, it’s giving . . . something.”
“Come on. Let me see. It can’t be that bad.” She pushes the door the rest of the way open. Her eyes pop out of her head, and she covers her mouth to try and muffle her laugh. “Oh. Wow. It’s even better than I imagined.”
“What do you mean, ‘better than you imagined?’”
Her shoulders rise with every chuckle. “Did you honestly think I’d pick a dress like that for you?”
I gasp, reaching to swat her shoulder. “Your days are numbered, Sadie James.”
She dodges. “But it’s so pretty.”
I glare. “So, why did you grab all of these?” I ask, pointing to the dress covered changing room.
“They’re for me.”
“You already have a dress,” I say.
“Not for prom,” she replies with a wink.
I shake my head with a smile. “I can’t with you right now.” I start to head back to my cave of dresses to get this fuchsia atrocity off of myself as soon as possible.
“Wait,” she says, pushing the door back open. “This one,” she holds up a soft blue dress, “is actually for you. I promise.”
I squint at the dress. “I don’t know.”
“You’re trying it on,” she says, shoving the dress into my hands. She grabs the handle. “Okay, bye.”
The door closes.
I’m happy to get out of the first dress, but I don’t have high hopes for the second.
Still, the fabric is softer and there’s no sequins. It should get some points for that. The color is also much more my speed. Even though I rarely wear light blue, I’ve been told it makes my eyes pop. The dress lays snugly around my waist with a sweetheart top, and the sleeves hang partway off my shoulders.
I open the door with my eyes closed, scared to look in the mirror.
Sadie squeals. “Shut Will Ferrell’s front door, you look amazing.” She grabs my shoulders, turning me toward the mirror. “I mean, the color alone is gorgeous, but even the cut is perfect.”
A little smile pulls at my lips, and I sway to the side, letting the dress graze my ankles. “It’s pretty.”
