# Ten years later #
"Jenna," Charlotte cried out.
"Charlie," Jennifer mocked her best-friend.
"C'mon, try this on. I promise, it will look good on you" Jennifer arched her eyebrows at the pink pale dress her friend was holding.
"Seriously? Pink?" Jennifer scoffed. "Do I look like I'm six, or something?"
Charlotte narrowed her eye's at her best-friend. "Jenna"
Jennifer narrowed her eye's also. "Charlie"
Charlotte sighed. "Do you mind not arguing every time I choose something for you and just try the stupid thing?"
Jennifer sighed loudly before she grabbed the dress and walked to the dressing room's, muttering profanities at her best-friend.
Charlotte shook her head, a small smirk upon her face. "She's never changing" she thought to herself.
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Jennifer looked at her reflection, at the small mirror inside the dressing room.
"Damn her for always being right." Jennifer whispered.
Jennifer felt like she was being watched. She turned around and made sure she was alone in the small dressing.
Jennifer felt a presence behind her, and was about to think she was imagining thing's, until she felt a hot breath on the side of her neck. She turned around faster than she could have imagined, but only to find the mirror she was looking before, with a note sticking to it.
Jennifer frowned. "This wasn't here before" she thought as she slowly raised her hand and grabbed the small note.
"You look beautiful, as always, Jen. xx -HS" She read out loud.
"What the hell?" Jennifer shouted.
"Is everything okay in there?" Charlotte shouted, sticking her head inside the dressing room where Jennifer was.
Charlotte gasped when she saw how her best-friend looked wearing the dress she picked. "Wow, you actually look better tha-"
"Did you put this here?" Jennifer interrupted the brunette, raising the note so her friend could see it"
Charlotte frowned. "No. I was at the other side of the store looking for a pair of heels that matched your dress" Charlotte raised the black high heel boots she was grabbing, proving her point.
"Really?"
"Yeah," Charlotte frowned even more. "I just came here now because I heard you shouting and thought you needed help with the dress"
Jennifer frowned. "Then how did this got here, and most importantly, who wrote it and how doe's it know my name?"
Charlotte took the note out of Jennifer's hand and read it, over and over again, trying to find some answer's. "Don't know, but whoever it is, signed with HS" Charlotte gave Jennifer's note back. "Do you know someone who has those letter's in it's name?"
Jennifer could only think about a name she was so familiar with, but she shook her head.
"It can't be him. It's impossible," Jennifer thought to herself. "He isn't real"
Jennifer felt chills all over her spine. "Don't be so sure about that" she swear she heard him say, but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind.
"Help me get out of this dress so we can get out of here" Jennifer said, struggling to push down the zipper at the back of her dress.
Charlotte chuckled. "Oh god, let me help you"
