Luna is a rogue wolf with a troubled past.
She was exiled from her pack for a crime she was forced to commit.
Luna has closed her heart to love, an unwanted emotion.
She now roams around, stealing to stay alive.
But what happens when the expert thie...
((In this chapter there are going to be ALOT of pictures of the gowns that they find, I'll try and get a pic for every one that I describe.))
When Sol parks the car we all pile out and stand in front of the rather big store with the bright neon sign that read 'Gown Town'.
I groan as Bree takes my left hand and Sol takes my right, together they drag me into the store.
I watched as Bree's eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning, my own eyes rolling. They dragged me to the section where they kept all the formal gowns. I have to admit, there were a few gowns that I would describe as pretty, but in all honesty, gowns, dresses, they aren't my style, I try my best to keep away from them.
I was shaken from my thoughts by hysterical screams as Bree and Sol jumped up and down.
"What? What happened?!" I asked as Anastasia went on high alert, I scan the area for any form of threat, but find that there is none, I look over to Bree and Sol, who are smiling like lunatics. "Why the fudge were you screaming!!!" I yelled and they both giggled.
"Sorry. We just got really excited." Sol said with a grin as he held out a red evening gown.
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I give her a small smile.
"It's pretty, isn't it?!?!?!" Bree screeched. I nod. "It's very pretty. I think it would look great on you, Sol." I say and Sol thanks me and runs to the changing room, while Bree scans the racks, and I sit on one of the benches near the changing room. After about four minutes, Sol comes out with the dress on, my eyes widened as I saw her.
"Sol, you look beautiful!" I say and stand up.
She lightly blushes. "T-Thank you." She said as she soothes the dress down and sheepishly smiles.
She stands in front of the mirror and I see a slight frown on her face. "What's wrong, Sol? You don't look happy." I say and she turns and gives me a fake smile.
"What do you mean? I'm happy, I'm really happy. This dress is perfect." She said while struggling to keep her fake smile. I quickly give her a look that tells her to stop lying, she sighs and slumps her shoulders a bit.
"Okay, so the dress isn't perfect... I don't know... I just feel like it's not me. It's pretty and all... But I just don't feel right in this dress..." She said and looked up to me with sad eyes, I could tell that she loved the dress, but, like she said, she just doesn't feel right.
I guild her back into the changing room. "Tell you what, I'll go look around an ill pick out a few dresses for you to try on, see which on you like the best, okay?" I asked.
"Oh no, that's not necessary. It's really fi-" She begins but I cut her off by shushing her.
"Sol, I'm going to do this, and you're going to follow along with it. Got it?" I said with a tone that I knew she wouldn't argue with.
