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Julie
"What about this one?"I stepped out of the dressing room, twirling so Flynn could get a full view of the dress.
She didn't even glance up. "I'm sure that outfit would look great on... someone." Her dry tone made me roll my eyes.
"Flynn, come on! That's the fifth store we've been to today." My voice held a plea, but it fell flat.
Flynn sighed dramatically, handing back the dresses she'd rejected to the poor employee who looked at me with a blend of pity and relief. "And we've got many more to visit," she quipped, ignoring my exhaustion. Her gaze shifted back to the shop assistant. "We'll take the one she tried on before this. In all colors."
Before I could protest, she strode out of the store, leaving me behind to wrangle myself back into my own clothes. Of course, before leaving, I apologized to the frightened girl.
"You should calm down, it's just a party."
I regretted the words immediately when Flynn turned on me, eyes flashing. "You, Molina, are one more bad relationship away from having thirty cats, and I'm not letting you end up like that."
She marched ahead, forcing me to follow her. "Hey! That's not true," I insisted as I caught up with her.
"Say that to someone who believes you," she teased, a mischievous grin curling her lips.
"Ugh, I'm so not down for tonight. You know I don't like Carrie," I groaned, finally passing off the shopping bags to Max, my guard.
"I know, but we have to go. Just think about the cute guys that'll be there." Flynn's mood shifted, her voice softening with feigned sympathy. She grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the next store.
"Welcome, how can I help you?" one of the workers asked as we entered.
She's definitely going to regret asking.
"Dress section. Now.", I glared at her with a frown and she sighed as she continued,"please."
I clapped my hands when I passed her, whispering you did it. She rolled her eyes and then focused on what to wear.
Today is one of my classmate's birthday. She is throwing a party and we have to attend. The problem is, these aren't normal teenage parties—they're more like beauty pageants, with everyone vying to look better than the person next to them.
"Is Nick gonna be there?" I asked, handing another dress to Max. He was already holding ten or so, and I felt a twinge of guilt as I smiled at him.
My dad has hired a guard for me since a tragic incident came upon our family. Max,my guard, is the person I trust the most. He's always there for me even if we are in front of people and he can't show any kind of emotion. Maybe is against my father's rules, but in reality me and Max are really good friends. He is in his 24, as my father thought he'd be more discreet if he was close to my age. That made us connect even more and I'd like to say that I trust him with my life.
