That ladies and gents is Marcello Bagnasco
As I walk through the mall making sure to avoid the crazy teenagers, I pull a piece of my hair behind my ear, searching for one of my favorite stores.
Wet seal.
I walk in and quietly look around.
Until a girl who's probably in her very early 20's walks up to me and says,"Hi! Welcome to wet seal."
I shyly smile and say,"Hi, um I-I was wondering is you could help me look for an outfit for a party."
Her smile grows and she says,"Of course, c'mon hon."
I follow her and she pulls out a black skirt with see through lace at the end, a burgundy crop top,a black jacket with a gold zipper, a long goldish colored necklace, and brown boots.
I smile at the outfit and she says,"You like?"
I nod and she says,"The dressing room is on your right."
I say a quiet thank you and go into the dressing room.
I take off my leggings, oversized sweater, and vans.
I set them down and slip on the outfit.
I smile at myself, and finally actually feel pretty.
I slowly walk out and look at the full length mirror.
The woman comes back out and says,"You look beautiful!"
I smile shyly and say,"T-Thanks, I'll take this."
She smiles and says,"Great! Call me if you need me."
I nod and go back into the dressing room.
I take off the outfit and slip on my clothes.
I head to the cash register and pay.
I walk out the store, and head to the exit.
I jump into my car, and start driving home.
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"Mabel, I don't know about this party anymore."
Mabel sighs and says,"But Anne Marie, you need to live a little!! Plus you already got that cute outfit."
I nod and say,"Yes but there's a lot of people there,"
I push up my glasses and continue,"And you know about my social anxiety."
She nods and says,"I promise I'll be with you the entire time."
I sigh and nod.
She squeals and says,"Yay! Thank you Anne Marie!!"
I nod and wave her off.
She says,"So what do you think about my outfit?"
I look at her black dress that stops mid thigh, that has slits at the hips and a small v-line.
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