My mind is blank. I didn't know how to process all this at the same time. I was pinned to my seat, while she's parking the car gracefully outside the fancy dress shop called Marcella. After she hits the ignition off, She opens her door and steps out. She stares at me, and a frown crosses her face.
"Are you going to step out of the car, or are you going to freeze your ass out here?" Natalie asks, eyebrow raised. She leans on her car door while waiting for me to get out.
"Why didn't you tell me that this date with Drake is tonight?" I hissed while facing her from my seat.
"Why? Will it make any difference if I tell you that it's tonight, or next week? You're going on a date with him either way because you already said yes," She answers me, slightly annoyed.
She has a point. I scowl. Damn it! Why does she have to be right? I folded my arms in front of my chest.
"Well, I was expecting it to be a month from now," I whisper, trying to reason myself out.
"A month?!" She gasps and laughs at me. "Do you expect me to let Maxwell pester me for another month?" She pauses, to catch some air. "Besides, I think he will go crazy if you let him wait for you that long. Like literally," she continues.
I gape at her. She really is one clever woman. No wonder she intimidate guys, especially Drake. They've been in each other's throats since I started to get close with Natalie. Drake's got this 'irritating' feeling when she is around.
She starts walking on my side of the car and pulls the car door to open. I know she's expecting me to step out but, I did not make a move.
"I don't know... if this will be a—" I stutter and Natalie interrupted me quickly. "Oh quit overreacting. We only have, what—three hours to get you a drop-dead dress and fix you up," she mutters while looking down at her watch. "Now stop being such a being a baby and get your ass off my car. "
And with that, I took a deep breath and stepped out. God knows what she'll do, and I know it will be added on my "Most Embarrassing Moments of the History" list.
"Good girl. Now let's get going," She smiled at me naughtily, and I groaned. She walked right pass me, whipping her golden brown locks in the air, and I followed her.
We walked inside and I was easily stunned by the place. Marcella looks like a high-end couture kind-of shop and everything is pink. I mean, everything. The store has a huge crystal chandelier hanging above us, and the vintage-looking furnitures look expensive and classy.
"Hello, Miss Jones! Welcome back." A woman's voice chimed in from behind the racks, and we turned to look around. A woman who looks like in her mid twenties with blonde hair, strolls towards us. She looks pleasant and gives Natalie a brief nod.
"Hello Olga. This is my best friend Georgina Reed." she introduces me to Miss Olga, and we shake hands. I smiled at her.
"We need to find something sexy, but not too much, for my friend here. I need a cocktail dress." Natalie says in a businesslike way and puts her arm on my shoulder. It looks like she knows this place for quite sometime now.
"Certainly, Miss Jones. Shall I take you to the cocktail dresses?" She waves her hand, gesturing the way to the expensive racks of clothing.
"Why do we have to get one of these? I mean, I have a dress at home," I whispered while holding at least three cocktail dresses on my arms. Going through the store's high end wardrobe, and Natalie insisted that I have to try out the Top 3 dresses she chose for me.
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