That was the last conversation I had with Steve. If I had known it would be the last I would've said more. I would've told him I loved him, I would've told him to be careful, I would've fought for him to stay knowing he wouldn't.
Once again I'm lef...
She's been trying to sell me on the same dress for the last hour we've been here. Every time i turn around it's suddenly in my dressing room.
"I don't like the bows on this one" i say looking at Tony who picked it out.
He nods and agrees.
Yes I brought Tony, I have no friends and Tony's honestly got a good eye. Let's be honest, Steve would tell me "they all look amazing, pick what you want" he's too much of a gentleman so he wasn't on the list. Tony's not afraid to tell me "that dress makes you look bloated, next!" I know this because he's said it twice...
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We spend the next hour trying dozens of dresses and none of them feel right.
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"I don't think the dresses are the problem" Natasha says looking at Shuri.
Shuri's holding a dress but I can't see it because it's in a black bag.
"There's something about all of them that I don't like so if you can figure it out be my guest." I say wearing the pouffiest dress I've tried on yet.
I drag the dress over to the couch and sit.
"I think you'll like this one" Shuri says handing it to me.
"I hope so" I say waddling back to the dressing room.
