A cup of coffee for your thoughts

Chapter Two

Livvy's pov

We sit at the local cafe -Ralph's- Cass and I. I ordered an American Cappuccino which I'm currently slurping through a straw that's stuck into the cover of the cup. Cass ordered a mocha latte, of which she hasn't even taken  two sips out off.

"We should go get our prom dresses real soon", she says chewing ferociously on her thumbnail. I sigh,I really hate anything that has to do with shopping. Even if it's for groceries- I'd rather use nails to pick my eyes out and feed them to Sir Pete, my feline.

"I'm busy everyday until prom. Why don't we just get over with it right now?", I tell her. Her face lightens up with excitement and she stands up so fast, she almost knocks down her cup of coffee and mine.

"Woah! Easy there tigress", I say amusedly. It's very funny how fast shopping could be a quick aphrodisiac to Cass.

We pay Ralph for the coffee and walk out of the cafe, the bell chiming as the door closes. The tarred street is sparsely populated, well Windsville is a community that is sparsely populated. Everyone knows everyone, even though the classes are well segregated. The wealthy founding families live in some kind of estate that's like our communal Beverly Hills. That's where Cass' family and Travis's family live.
The working middle class folks like my parents, live in a neighborhood that houses beautiful homes with wraparound porches, well kept lawns and wooden mail boxes. The houses with little kids in them have toys, bicycles and tire swings scattered on their lawns.
The much poorer folks live in the rundown neighborhood with abandoned homes and wooden structures that look like they could give way any day.
There are two malls in Windsville. One in our Beverly Hills and the other mall stands at the center of the town, in my neighborhood.

However, having a hotshot, rich kid bestie has its perks as I get to shop at the mall in her neighborhood. Everyone can shop wherever they choose, but Cass' parents insist on paying for my shopping, so she drags me to the designer outlets at the mall in her neighborhood and we get the expensive stuff.

We drive in Damien's Mustang which he left at home when he left for Columbia, Cass at the steering- driving like a mad woman-and we sing to the music that's been played at high volume in the car.

Less than fifteen minutes later,we're browsing through Marc Jacobs for suitable prom dresses. Cass walks out of the dressing room while I'm still looking for stuff to get, in a peach dress that clings to her curves and flares out from the knee to the floor in a long train. It looks almost like a wedding dress in peach. The neckline of the dress plunges so deep down into her boobs that almost nothing is left to the imagination. The back of the dress is halter and exposes the whole of her back and waist.

"Uhm...isn't that too much?", I ask carefully when she twirls around in front of a mirror. She didn't even ask for my opinion. Seems like she's gon be hell bent on getting this one.

"Nope!", she chirps happily doing a little shimmy in the dress. "We're dressing to kill remember?", she adds.

I look back at the rack and keep scanning till I come to a purple number.

I pick it out and go into the dressing room that Cass just exited, and change into the dress. When I come out, Cass gasps dramatically and I look at her questioningly .

"You sooo have to get that Liv!", she practically squeals causing the women in the store to look at us, disdain evident in their expressions. These rich bitches really think they're all in all. It's a goddamned store in a mall . It shouldn't be as silent as a graveyard.

I check out myself in a mirror and I really do look good-scratch that- I look beautiful. The dress has an off-shouldered neck line and it clings to my body and stops being bodycon mid thigh. The tail of the dress is covered in what Cass tells me is rare Ostrich feathers. The bodice of the dress is sequined and the dress glistens under the light.