Under The Willow Tree • Louis Tomlinson

xii.

xii. sorry about the dress

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[Rose's POV]

"Here is your dress Miss Rivers, I hope it fits your needs."

"Oh thank you so much Rose! It's beautiful like always." Miss Rivers smiled as she admired her new gown. "Guess what Rose."

"What Miss Rivers?"

"I'm going to recommend you to all my friends! And I have a lot of friends in case you didn't know." She winked and laughed. I would compare her laugh to that of a goose's quack. Miss Rivers was a nice lady in her early forties. She had discovered my boutique three months ago and ever since walking in here she had become addicted to my style.

"Well thanks. It will really help me get on my feet." I smiled sweetly, her idea was kind and I really did believe that she had a lot of friends.

"Well bye bye Rose." She sung, "I'll be back soon to tell you all about the Ball."

"Alright then. Enjoy yourself Miss Rivers!" I waved as she left the shop. A girl in her early twenties was roaming around the store, from time to time she would remove something from a rack to put it against her. She seemed trustworthy enough so I left her alone so I could find my stereo. The store needed some life in it and some music would do the trick. I found the stereo stuffed in the back corner of the closet where I keep finished clothes and old stock. I wiped the layer of dust from the stereo and carried it out to my desk. I plugged it in to the nearest socket and turned it on to whatever it could pick up.

Here's My Number...

"No" I groaned as I fell into my chair. This song really got on my nerves.

 ...So Call Me Maybe

Instead of my head hitting a pile of paper or some left over material it hit a pile of dresses that were not there a few minutes ago. "Huh?" I asked myself as I looked around. The only person in the shop was the girl.

"Excuse me" I asked the girl. Her head snapped up and she placed a dress back on the rack.

"Yes Miss?" She replied in a small voice

"Do you know who put these dresses on my desk?"

She nodded, smiling "A Blonde lady with dark sunglasses placed them on your desk and then left."

"Oh." I knew who the Blonde lady was, "Thanks for telling me. If you need anything feel free to ask me questions."

The girl nodded before taking the dress off the rack again. Jenna was just here and it looked like she just returned all of her dresses. I picked up the first one. It was the first dress I made for her, a cute pink baby doll style dress. Below it was an envelope. On it in delicate black letters it read:

Rose, you have to read this – Jenna

I shrugged, what was the harm in reading its contents. I opened up the envelope and pulled out a thin piece of paper. It had writing on it. "This can't be good." I whispered to myself.

Dear Rose,

I should have known when I walked into your boutique that you were nothing but trouble. If I had not of wandered down the street in search for a dress then I would still be with Louis.

I don't know what you did or said when you both were reunited but whatever you said seemed to poison his mind. You made him believe that I wasn't perfect for him.

The same happened at my birthday party. Instead of writing you this letter I could have been sleeping in Louis' arms because he would have loved me if you didn't come back into his life. That hug between you and him. You knew my feelings for him. I told you about my perfect guy quite a few times when I came to your shop. Why could you not understand that the only girl that could touch him was me?

He broke my heart tonight. He tore it apart because he didn't want to sign a piece of paper about keeping our argument hidden. It is because of you that he doesn't love me. You're a little shit. I'd thought I'd let you know.

So Rose, I hope you get what you want. I hope you get the guy you always wanted. I don't care if the public find out about you two. Because it will look bad for you two. Not me.

Rose, When you think your life is perfect I will be back to tear it all apart. Just like you did to mine.

~ Jenna
P.S – Sorry About the dress

I just stared at the letter for a while, reading the words on it a few times just to make sure I had read it right. By the looks of it, Louis had broken up with Jenna. Shit. I read bottom of the page again. What did she mean by 'Sorry About the Dress'.  The girl left the store and when the door closed I realised what Jenna was talking about. I put the letter down and rummaged through the pile of dresses in front of me. I was looking for the dress from the party. Chances are that it would have been crumpled if it hadn't been handled properly. At the bottom of the pile, the blue angelic dress was crumpled up. I frowned and lifted it up. Instead of falling smoothly away from my hands, the dress fell apart. The hemming had been wrecked and parts of it had been torn.

"What a bitch." I muttered, I felt angry for quite a few reasons. I was proud of that dress. It was pretty and it was hard to make. I was also angry at Jenna for writing me a letter instead of confronting me. "What a bitch" I muttered again, I threw the wrecked dress at the wall and started to cry. The tears fell because of what had happened. Tears fell because I knew Louis would be sad. It's times like these when people needed Ice cream.

After my tears dried up I walked over to where the dress was lying in a heap. I bent down to get it and my knotty hair got caught in my face and arms and the dress itself. I let out a screech of annoyance as I tossed my waist length hair away from my face and stood up, snatching the dress from the floor.

"I need to get some Ice cream." I sighed, "After I take a trip to the hair dresser."