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"Angie, none of these clothes fit me the right way." I sigh, feeling completely fed up with trying on her clothes. "We are never going to be ready in time."
"You're so negative, Addie. Let's just hurry up and go down to the store to pick something out." She smiles, standing up and grabbing her wallet. "I'll buy anything you want for you."
"You don't have to do that, Angie." I weakly smile.
"Just come on!" She rolls her eyes playfully.
I follow her out the front door and we fast-walk to the store. We turn a twenty-minute walk, into a thirteen-minute walk. That is how determined we are.
"Alright ladies! My girl here needs a party outfit pronto!" Angie yells upon us entering the small store.
Two different employees rush over to help us.
"Hm, I think I have just the outfit." One of the employee's says, eyeing me up and down. I feel so small under her strong gaze. After reading her name tag, I find out her name is Brianna and she is absolutely gorgeous. She is super tall, with a little help from her high-heels, and probably a size two.
Her long, blonde and straightened hair, fell perfectly down her back. Her make-up looks as though a professional has done it.
"Here, go try this on." Brianna hands me a pair of light blue skinny jeans, with a dark blue, V-neck blouse that has no sleeves and shows excessively too much cleavage.
I look at the outfit and curse silently, as I make way into the changing room.
I take off the sweatpants and T-shirt I am currently sporting, and put on the outfit Brianna gave me.
I have a hell of a time pulling the skinny jeans up over my thighs, and after minutes of struggling, I finally have them on and buttoned. They're a little tight, leaving just the smallest muffin-top.
I sigh.
I then grab the blouse off of the hanger and put it on over my bra. I instantly want to barf.
The blouse isn't very long, stopping just below the bulge of my stomach, and the sleeveless arms show way too much of my slight arm fat. The cleavage that does show is nice, but the entire outfit together looks horrible on me.
"Are you done yet?" Angie shouts from outside of the changing room.
"This is so not going to happen, Angie." I sigh again.
"Come out here, let me see." Angie urges.
"No way! I look horrible!"
"Come on, I'm your best friend, have been your whole life. There's not much of you I haven't seen." She chuckles, not at all caring that I didn't want anyone to see how I look in this ridiculous ensemble.
"Fine." I huff, slowly opening the changing room door and stepping out into view.
"Like I said, not happening." I say with a straight face.
"It's not so bad." Angie evaluates, trying her best to be encouraging.
Brianna and her assistant come over to assess my outfit, and immediately Brianna's assistant gives me a harsh look.
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Between the Raindrops | ✓
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