in which a girl falls for her best friend, jeremiah fisher, during the summertime
warning- i update very slowly because inspiration occurs randomly, but i will try my best to get chapters out as fast as i can
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isla hamilton personally, i'd choose swimming with deadly sharks and other animals over shopping with my mom.
for those who say "it's not that bad," try shopping with my mother. she's a fashion consultant in new york and she takes her job very seriously.
once, i went to a local food store in pajamas because it was midnight and i come home and she was waiting for me in front of our penthouse door waiting to scold me about looking my best in public.
it's awful.
as much as i like to look my best, i don't care that much. and like i've said before, it's not about what i'm wearing, it's about the energy that i give off.
"how about this one?" my mother asked, holding up a light green dress with ruffles. i shook my head. it would have been so much cuter without the ruffles.
she sighed and went back to looking. i followed her around like a lost puppy dog, "mom? why do i need new dresses? i have plenty."
a sigh left her once more as she turned around and looked at me, "isla, you need a new outfit for this tea party. and a fascinator!" i groaned.
as my mom was looking around at the opposite side of the store, i walked over to a line of dresses. two had immediately caught my eye.
the one was a mixture of a baby blue, brown, black, and white. it had a ruffle hem at the hem, but the ruffles looked cute. i started to look for my size and smiled when i found it. i held it above my arm as i started looking for my size in dress two.
dress two was a more form-fitting dress that was nude with white lace surrounding the entire dress. the dress had a deep neckline which was stunning, but i was a little worried if it was too formal for the tea party, but i grabbed my size anyway.
i walked over to my mom with a small smile, "i'm gonna go try these on." she eyed the dresses and i could tell she was judging them. but she didn't have any dresses in her hands and we've been to almost every store so far.
in the changing room, i put dress two on first. on my body, it fits in all the right places and looked gorgeous around my thigh area. they were a little larger than most of my body, but i liked them.
when i was done trying on the dress and taking pictures to send my friends, i put on dress one.
the moment the dress was on my body i knew. it was the dress. well, it wasn't the dress, but it was the perfect dress for the tea party. it was appropriate and fit my body perfectly. i could already envision my makeup and the jewelry i'd accompany it. obviously, my heels would be black and the same with my fascinator.
i walked out of the dressing room to show my mom the dress. she looked up from her magazine and for a split second i was in awe at the fact everywhere she goes she has a magazine in hand. her purse isn't even big enough for one. "that's beautiful, honey." she smiled.
