Amans

10. Most Girls

"Hmmmmm I don't know Kay..." Amara turned sideways looking at her reflection in the mirror. She tugged at the bustier on the form-fitting dress, "don't you think it looks kind of--"

"Slutty," Kaya eyed Amara up and down, "yeah it definitely looked classier on the mannequin."

Amara sighed and turned around. The bright fluorescent lights surrounding the mirror only emphasizing the flustered look she had on her face. Amara plopped down on the small couch tucked in the corner of the fitting room, Kaya sat across from her on a stool next to the array of dresses hanging off the wall.

This was the eighth dress Amara had tried on that evening, and her patience was starting to run thin. She placed her head in her hands, "Whyyy is this so difficult? At this point, I wouldn't mind going in a plastic bag."

"Oooooh, now we're talking!" Kaya stood up and walked in front of the mirror, checking out her appearance, "I've got an entire box of them at home," she looked down at Amara, "how many do you think you'll need?"

Amara slowly lifted her head and scowled at Kaya.

"Oh come on Mara..." Kaya sat down on the couch beside her and wrapped her arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze, "it's not that bad..."

"Yeah, says the one who found her dress in like ten minutes!" Amara huffed.

"Hey what can I say," Kaya smirked, pretending to brush herself off, "but to be fair, I'm not the one who's going to be face to face with Magdalena Coutier. I mean she is a fashion expert, I would have to be--" Kaya's voice ceased as she noticed Amara's eyes narrowing and her irritation beginning to grow.

"Look..." Kaya grabbed her phone from inside her purse, "it's not even 1:00 yet." She gathered her hair up into a ponytail, "Let's go to a few more stores and if you still haven't found what you are looking for by 2:00, we can stop for lunch. Once we've relaxed, had something to drink," she quickly looked at Amara to see if she protested, not seeing any signs of disapproval she went on, "and once we get our bearings together, we can pick it back up later on in the evening."

Amara was silent, still looking ahead. She seemed to be thinking it over in her head.

Kaya tried to further persuade her, "We can take our time and enjoy the day," she rested her head on Amara's shoulder, "there's no need to stress honey." Amara nodded her head in agreement, finding comfort in Kaya's plan.

But Kaya didn't know when to stop.

"Besides, in all honesty, it's going to be dark, and everyone will be wearing masks, I doubt anyone will be concentrated on your outfit of the night."
Amara glowered looking down at Kaya, who innocently looked back up at her, "It's. A. Ball."

"Ok missy," Kaya lifted her head up and leaned back on the couch, "I'm just trying to make you feel better."

Amara stood up, turning her back to Kaya, "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just upset," she looked over her shoulder, offering a half smile, "think you can unzip me?"

Kaya nodded and walked over to Amara, unzipping the dress for her.

"You know for me to be an average dress size it's fairly hard to find something that is appealing," Amara said, sliding the dress down her torso.

"To you..."

Amara looked at Kaya through the reflection in the mirror, "What do you mean?"

The dress now rested at her feet. Stepping out of it, she reached for her romper laid out on the couch and began to put it back on.