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Dance with Me

The night of the dance Bea came over so we could pick out the dress we would wear. Dad had bought me three dresses to choose from, so I needed Bea's advice. We stand in my room looking into the full-length mirror that hung on my closet door.

"I don't know," I tell Bea

I wear a pink dress that goes down to the floor. It has a sweetheart neckline and an open back, with off the shoulder sleeves

"I like it," Bea says

"What if I trip on it" I throw my hands up turning from the mirror

I start taking it off, the next on I try on is a baby blue color that goes past my knees. It too has that sweetheart neckline; it has spaghetti straps. And it flares out with four layers on the skirt alone.

I turn back to the mirror; then my legs start itching

"It's pretty" Bea says

"I'll be itching my legs all night," I tell her

I turn taking off, I look at the last one, it's a cream color simple. Sleeveless, it seems to come above the knees. The skirt was three layers of thin material.

"My be I shouldn't go," I tell Bea

"You are going, you said you would so get up and put that dress on let's see what you look like in it."

I feel bad that my dad put all this money in a dress" I tell her

"There on lone sweetheart, come on."

She grabs my hand pulling me up off the bed

"What if I do something stupid," I ask as she pulls the dress over my head

"You won't make a fool of yourself I won't let you" she zips me up then steps away looking at me

"Wow," she says

"I look ridiculous don't I."

"You look stunning," she tells me

I already got my make-up, nails and hair done, wearing my hair down and brushed to shine. My nails were done French style. My make- up was simple earthly tones, with a light red color for my lips. Bea had her hair pinned up into a loose fitted bun with curls dangling down on each side. Her nails were done the same color as the dress she wore, a lime green color; that was floor length. It too was simple with a v neckline and wide strips. Her skirt didn't have the layers like mine did. She also wears the natural tone make-up her lips though were a brighter red than mine.

I step up looking into the mirror; I can't help but smile at the girl in the mirror.

"You like it," Bea asked

"This isn't me."

"Yes honey, it is you."

I turn to her

"You really think it looks nice," I ask

"Yes, now let's get our shoes on and get out of here."

I smile slipping on the cream colored shoes my dad had bought to go with it. Arm in arm, Bea and I descend the stairs. Daddy stood at the bottom.

"Wow," he says "You girls look amazing, makes me wish I was younger and could take you both."

"Thank you daddy" Bea and I both say in unoin

"Alright, let's get a picture" Daddy says

I stand beside Bea smiling as daddy takes not one but three pictures of us.

"Now I have to have one with my daughter, if you don't mind Bea," dad tells her

"Not at all" she takes the camera