A New Chapter. (Sequel to Darcy Anne Styles)

14.

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"Darcy's pov."

"Hey, Ryan!" I exclaim, as I pull him into a hug.

"Hey Darcy." He says, pulling away.

"What brings you to the mall today?" I question.

"Boredom, you?" He asks.

"Trying dresses on for your sister." I say, groaning.

"Cool. Where's the Fiancé?" He ponders.

"At work." I state easily-too easily.

"Ah, I can come with you, if you want?" He asks, and I grin.

"Would you?" I question, and he laughs.

"Yeah, I will." He says, and we start to walk across the mall (again)

"So, ready for your Sister to get married?" I ask, as we walk.

"Honestly? Yeah, in most senses, I guess I just can't really accept how much things have changed, you know?" He asks, and I nod, honestly.

I do know exactly what he means, if I look back, even five years, I was 15, and in Tenth Grade, head cheer-leader, dancing on the side and dating Ryan, the star quarter-back. Now I'm engaged to a different Person (Who I love very much) and getting ready to attend my best friends wedding.

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"Name?" The lady at the desk asks me.

"Darcy Styles." I say, and she nods.

"Miss. Holly has chosen 31 dresses for you to try on, your supposed to choose your favorite." She says, and both Ryan's, and my Jaw's drop.

"31" I repeat, and she just nods.

"She also has shoes and accessories to go with them, if you like any of them." She says, and I nod, still shocked.

"And they all go with the color-scheme?" I question, causing her to chuckle.

"Yes, they do." She says, leading me to a changing room, and passing me a dress rack.

I smile at Ryan slightly, and he smiles back.

"You don't have to stay, I totally understand." I say, hoping he will stay.

"Darcy, I'm staying. That was never a question." He says, causing me to grin.

"M'kay." I say, and I skip into the change room.

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14 dresses later...........

"This one makes my but look fat..." I say, as I frown, and I hear Ryan laugh.

"It's not funny!" I whine, though I'm cracking up too.

"Oh, wait." I say, and I hear him walk over to the door.

"I think I found something." I add, and hear him mumble 'sure'

I smack the door, and he jumps, cursing. I laugh and step out of the fat-but dress.

It's red, and perfect.

I slip on the shoes, that go with it, and stare into the mirror. It looks good.

"I think I was right." I say.

"Come show me." Ryan says, and I walk out.

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"Ryan's pov"

I sit on the couch, as I wait, drumming my fingers on my knees. I haven't seen her since we helped my sister with her wedding prep, and before that, the last time I saw her would have been graduation.

"I think I was right." She says, and my heart flutters.

"Come show me." I say, and sit up a little straighter.

She walks out, and my jaw hits the floor. She looks stunning. The dress she's wearing flatters her figure, and looks great with her hair and eyes.

"Does it look that bad" She asks, looking hurt and offended, taking my silence as a bad thing.

"N-no" I stutter.

"It- no you look amazing! Stunning!" I say, getting my voice back, and saying it to loud.

"Thanks." She says, and she checks her phone.

"It's already 3:56" She says, and her eyes widen.

"Oh, I had better let you go." I say, sadly, and she nods.

"Bye, Ryan." She says, as she comes over and hugs me again.

"Bye Darcy" I say, wishing I was the one she was going home to tonight.

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"Darcy's pov"

"Hey Dad!" I say, well I call him as I hang the dresses back up.

"Hey Honey." He says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

"I will be there shortly." I say.

"Great. See you there." He says, and I smile.

"Love you" I say.

"I LOVE YOU TOO!" I hear uncle Louis yell.

"SHUT UP LOUIS! Oh and I love you too, Darcy." My dad says, and I laugh as he hangs up.

"I want this one, please." I say, as I make it to the counter.

"Great!" The girl up there exclaims.

"You chose one of the non old-lady dresses." She whispers.

I nod and smile politely.

"Thank you." I say, after she rings it through.

"No problem." She says, and hands me the dress bag...

I half run half sprint out to my car, and drive to meet my Dad at the restaurant he texted me.

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