Lisa
"No, I am not wearing that." I said looking at the outfit which Jennie's stylist held up.
"And why the hell not!?" He snapped.
"Because it looks like something I'd wear to my funeral!" I snapped back.
Simon scoffed, "Do you have any idea who designed this?"
I rolled my eyes, "Beyoncé could've crapped that out for all I care and I still wouldn't wear it." which was a lie because if Beyoncé did crap it out, I'd at least consider it because... duh it's the Queen B.
Simon was livid, literally shaking but I didn't care.
"Why can't I go like this?" I gestured to my current outfit. I had black skinny jeans with a cropped band tee and my low cut converse on my feet.
"Because you look like an angsty teenager, who has no business being with an actress like Jennie Kim!" he threw the outfit at me which I caught. "Now put this on!"
I was about to cuss him out when Jennie came out of the makeshift changing room wearing a white dress that came up just above the knee and nude heels.
"What's all the commotion about? It sounded like World War 3 was about to start."
I couldn't lie, she looked pretty but then again, she always looked pretty, which would be really annoying if Jennie wasn't so nice all the time.
"Why does she get to wear that, while I'm stuck with this... mess?" I held the outfit up to my body and cringed in the mirror.
I heard Jennie laugh as she looked through the rack of clothes against the wall.
"Because I trust her with her fashion choices." he waved a sassy finger at me, "You, not so much."
Before I had a chance to retaliate, a hanger was thrust into my hands, replacing the one that Simon gave me.
"Try this one, I think it would suit you better." Jennie said.
I let out a frustrated sigh as I slipped into the change room.
"Jennie, honey. I love you and I said that I trust your fashion choices, but your choice in women is questionable. At least her fashion choices are." I heard him say.
Jennie giggled, "She keeps me on my toes."
"I'm sure she does." he replied unamused.
I finished putting on the outfit and stepped out.
Jennie's eyes landed on me and her eyes lit up, "You look great!" She beamed.
I looked in the mirror and I had to admit, I didn't look too bad. Gone was the cropped top, skinny jeans, and chucks. In its place was a striped navy blue and white top, a fitted navy blue blazer, white pants, and white heels. It wouldn't be my go-to outfit, but I was seriously considering changing up my style now that I knew I looked good in something other than skinny jeans.
Simon grunted as he started putting outfits back into garment bags. I strode over to Jennie and leaned in, "Jennie, I don't want to tell you how to live your life, but I think you should fire prissy ass over there." Jennie laughed out loud.
Simon's head snapped to us and it honestly scared the crap out of me. This guy had to be part owl or something. "I heard that!"
"Good! You were supposed to." I stuck my tongue out at him.
Simon narrowed his eyes at me while Jennie continued laughing quietly. "Thank you for saving me from wearing that awful outfit." I whispered.
"You're welcome."
She smiled but then it faded a little, "Shoot I forgot my earrings in my room." she walked to her room taking small fast steps.
"You know, believe it or not, but I like you." Simon said as he zipped up the last bag.
I eyed him. Well, this was awkward because I'm pretty sure that he was gay. I cleared my throat, "Sorry I'm taken."
He rolled his eyes, "Not like that." he looked me up and down, "You're gorgeous but you're lacking a specific male part that I'm attracted to."
I shuddered as he laughed. "But you have some sass in you, which I love." he smiled. "God knows Jennie needs someone like you in her life."
I was about to ask what he meant when Jennie came into the room, putting her earrings on, "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's do this." I exhaled.
