All I want for Christmas

Chapter 7

AMELIA

I walked into my apartment and sighed as I closed the door.

The embarrassment had long gone as soon as the taxi driver drove from the office.

I placed the dresses on the couch with my bag next to them and headed into the kitchen.

I knew what I wanted as soon as I walked in: wine.

I opened the fridge door and pulled out a bottle that was already opened.

I had some the other night. I'm not usually a drinker, but I needed it after the day I had.

I placed the bottle on the counter and grabbed a wine glass. I poured some wine into it and took a sip.

I let the taste settle in my mouth as I placed the glass on the counter and sighed.

I turned around and looked around the apartment.

I had a few decorations up, but they were different from what I used to. I didn't have a tree, but I had lights in the window. A Santa by the small fireplace and a few other ornaments darted around.

I was debating on a tree, but I know it's too late to get one now.

I wasn't exactly in the Christmas spirit.

I looked at the dresses. I might try these dresses on now, get it all out of the way.

I walked over to the dresses with my wine glass in hand and picked them up.

I headed to the bedroom and placed them on the bed once I was inside. I put the wine glass on the side and tried on the first dress.

I looked at the dress and frowned.

What the hell was Sarah thinking? I thought as I twirled around, trying to figure out what I thought of the dress. It had no shape to it. It clung to all the wrong places.

I quickly took it off and went through each dress.

Every one I tried on made me either feel fat or made my completion look wiped out or sick as a dog. I looked ill in at least two of them, and the color never did anything for me.

I quickly placed the last dress on the side and frowned.

I needed to text Sarah; maybe I should forget about going to the party.

An image of Cole came flooding back into my head like a harsh stab to the chest.

He was going to be there, I thought.

Fuck.

I wanted to go, mainly to

I quickly turned around and headed out of my bedroom, heading to the couch where my bag was. I looked threw it and found my phone.

I quickly sent Sarah a text.

"Hey, the dresses are no good. How were the other ones you had?" I sent her.

I walked back into the bedroom and sat down next to the dresses.

It wasn't long before a message came through, and it was from Sarah, saying:

"Hey, I finally got one that looks good," she said, "there is one here that will look amazing on you; it's your color."

I frowned as I read the message, but seconds later, Sarah sent a photo of the dress.

I must admit, it looked stunning. It was red with lace sleeves and across the chest but covered my breasts. Well, I hoped they did the photo didn't give it any justice. I have to wait to see it.