Get Your Spy On

Get Your Spy On chapter 5

Get Your Spy On

Chapter 5

Sloane’s POV

Getting ready for the spy dinner was difficult since my mom and sister didn’t know where Dad and I were going. There’s absolutely no reason why I’d be wearing a dress, and dad would be wearing suit and tie. It was also difficult trying to find a dress by myself when I have zero fashion sense. I wear my jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers and I’m ready to go. I went to a clothing store not far from my house. It caught my eye as I was driving to the spy breakfast with the rest of my team. It’s a tiny tacky dress shop, but I figured it’d be good enough to find an okay dress.

When I got there, a girl with bright red hair appeared out of the dressing room, wearing a black t-shirt with the stores logo on it. “Hi, Sloane! I’m in your algebra class, I sit behind you.”

I don’t remember her, but I smile at her anyways. “Hey. I’m looking for a dress that’s sort of fancy, but not over the top at the same time. It’s a dinner, but it’s a black tie kind of affair.”

The redhead thought thoughtfully for a minute, then snapped her fingers in triumph. She turns to the girl whose working the cash register and speaks loudly to her, “Hey, Gretchen! Do you think that dark blue silk dress that has the diamonds on it is too over the top for her?”

Gretchen, a girl with long brown hair thought for a moment. “Well, it’s for people who are tall. No offense to your friend or anything, but she’s kind of short.”

The redhead nodded her head, the wheels turning in her head. “Sloane go into the dressing room and I’ll pick out some dresses for you.”

She ushered me into the dressing room, then started singing as loud as she could to the music playing in the shop. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. Okay, so it’s four thirty and we have to leave at six. I’m cutting it very close. I’ll just pick any outfit and then I’ll just wear it. It’s no big deal if I look good in it or not.

Four dresses appeared over the top of the dressing room door. I grabbed them and studied them carefully. Almost all of them are pink, and I know for a fact pink, magenta, baby pink, rosebud, or any pink color doesn’t look good on me. I grab the yellow dress and slip it on awkwardly. I look at myself in the mirror inside the dressing room and look at it. It has flowers all over it , making me feel like one of the Barbie dolls I had when I was a kid. I tried on three more dresses before understanding why I hate dress shopping so much. I heard Gretchen and the girl from my school sighing and whispering about what else they could give me, and eventually they gave me a dark green silk dress and a light purple dress.

“Those are the last two,” Gretchen called out, a hint of annoyance in her voice. She could very well not have a paying customer if one of these two dresses doesn’t work.  I tried on the purple dress, discarding it after I saw the big bow on it. I mean why do you ruin a dress by adding a humongous bow that makes you look like your butt is huge? I take the dark green dress and try it on reluctantly. I don’t see a lot of girls wearing green dresses; they mostly wear pink or black. I look at it in the mirror, exhaling the air I sucked in while I tried it on. I like it. It’s simple, but yet it has a little pattern on the bottom of the dress, making it look elegant. There’s clear straps to put on as well if you’re not comfortable wearing it strapless. I immediately put the straps on and feel myself slightly sway with it on.

I walk out of the dressing room and look at the redhead and Gretchen curiously. “What do you guys think of it?”

“Well the main part is I don’t think anybody will be wearing that color,” the redhead said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I love the color on you since you’re already unique as it is. Don’t give me that look, its true!”