A Charming Story

Chapter 6 - Rider: A fashion judge

I knew it would probably take forever for her to try on all of those dresses. I was prepared for her to take an hour or two to try on all of them. However, when she came back two minutes after I told her to go try one on, she threw me for a loop. How was she that fast?

It was a white flowing sundress that I had only seen my sister wear once. It had a purple top with purple vines stretching out from it. The bottom had purple vines, too.

"It looks good," I told her. I think she saw through me, though. I wasn't lying, I just think we could find something better. She didn't seem offended at my nonchalant expression.

It took her a little longer to come back with the next one. When I saw which dress it was, though, I knew why. It just looked difficult to get into. It almost came to her knees and looked like it was originally a strapless black dress. However, there were lacey sleeves connected and that just seemed to pull it all together.

"I like that one. You could probably pull it off as a brunette, too. Just in case, go try on another one."

She looked like she wanted to stab me right then and there, but stopped herself and went to go try on another one. I felt bad that I was putting her through this, I honestly did. But I needed to handle this situation before the press got a hold of the story. I could see it now:

Rider Jackson: Stood Up by Courtney Cordial? See page 33 for pictures and details.

I didn't need to look like I got dumped by a girl who wasn't really my girlfriend. It was best that we stayed together until some fake sob story comes up about her mother wanting better for her and me having to travel abroad for the family business too much. It would work itself out.

Brynn walked back in the room, wearing a really bright red dress. It was hard to ignore her. I knew she couldn't wear it right off the bat; we would be spotted immediately. We didn't need people that close because they might see it's not Courtney.

"It draws too much attention." Brynn said, saying what I was thinking. I just nodded my head and she went back to change again. The lacey sleeves were looking better and better.

After several more dresses and finding flaws with each one (too short, not classy enough, draws too much attention, too formal) we decided one last dress would be it. We were both tired and had two hours before we had to be at the restaurant. I knew she was getting irritated with me and I was getting irritated too, just because I had to sit through this. Courtney owed me big time.

"Are you almost done?" I shouted out to Brynn through the bathroom door. I heard something hit the floor and a loud "Ow!" to follow.

She walked out of the bathroom, wearing a simple green dress. I wondered how she could've had trouble putting this one on when I looked at the shoes and realized she's probably never worn heels before.

"Are you okay?" I asked as she held her hand to her head.

"Fine. Just fine," She said between painful breaths.

"Do you need an ice pack?" I asked, trying to sympathize for her.

"Yes, but just tell me if you like this dress or not first. I'm not trying on anymore." She was tired, she was injured, she was doing all of this for me. Well, there was money involved but she could've asked for way more than she did and I would've obliged. She was extremely dedicated for a girl who didn't want to do this.

The dress she was currently wearing was knee length with lace on every inch of it. I'm not going to lie, she pulled off dresses with lace very well. It was surprising how the light green dress corresponded with the purple in her hair. Honestly, it wasn't the dress the press would want to see, though.