The Mutual opposition

Dior for Dayz

Luna's POV

I snap my gum, still waiting for Roxanne who's taking forever in Dior.

They have some really nice stuff but I'm not going to buy much more than my charity dress with Louis's credit card.

Roxanne comes out of the dressing room in a beautiful long black dress that accents her curvy figure.

She bites her lip to suppress a smile.

She looks amazing.

Zayn better consider himself lucky.

"What do you guys think?" She asks us a little shyly.

"Hot damn" I say.

"You look beautiful" Lily compliments.

"Totally" I agree.

She blushes.

"Thanks you two."

Then the short lady from behind the counter comes over with her loud yellow heels to critique Roxanne's dress.

"The waist needs to be tightened" she affirms, "It isn't very flattering if it pools straight down."

It doesn't pool straight down.

In fact it curves at her hips and chest.

I feel like Lily's going to end up like her.

She's already a psycho perfectionist.

I play with the clasp on Lily's purse and sit there waiting to leave.

Dior is nice and stuff but It's too perfumey.

Roxanne stands still while the lady circles around her with a few times to make sure it's fitted enough.

"What's the price on this?" Roxanne inquires.

"3,850" the woman replies.

Say Yes to The Dress much?

Roxanne nods slowly.

"I'll take it."

Roxanne and Lily pick out a few more things from Dior.

Both got tribal looking skirts after Lily insisted Roxanne have something other than black.

Roxanne's went down to her feet but Lily's was cut mini.

Lily dumps her shopping bags on my lap and I have to carry them out.

The next stop is at Chanel.

I've always loved their stuff because it's real feminine and I like that "girly shit" as Roxanne calls it.

We walk into Chanel.

It's like no store I've ever seen before.

The floors are glass black with long white cubic squares along the floor.

The walls are white ivory trimmed with black and the channel logo in every corner.

The couches are white and futuristic looking.

And there's a sun roof spilling light into the area.

"Good afternoon ladies" says an aged blonde woman wearing white and black, "Welcome to Chanel."

Her voice is really mellow which is relaxing from all the screaming outside.

A few of our bodyguards made sure to stay in the area we were in case anything happened to us.

It's strange that Ken couldn't make it.

I wonder where he is.

I look through the racks and there's a ton of cool clothes.