“I don’t like it at all,” I call to Laurel through the dressing room door. We’ve been here for an hour and I’m starting to get fed up as I pull the pink strapless mess I’m wearing up so it doesn’t fall off me.
“Show me!”
“No!” I respond quickly. “This is the worst one. Just find me another one while I figure out how to get undressed.” I swear we’ve looked at at least twenty dresses and none of them have been right. Serves me right for waiting until the week before prom.
Laurel tosses a sparkly blue number over the door and I pull it down and examine it against my body in the mirror. I strip off the pink dress and put on the blue with difficulty—it has a lot of criss-crossing straps on the back that I get tangled in. Laurel must hear my struggle because she calls in,
“Are you okay?”
I grunt and untangle my left arm, trying desperately to understand where my head goes. “Uh.”
“Let me in, I’ll help you. I knew the second I picked it up that you wouldn’t be able to figure out how to put it on,” she mutters to herself as I unlock the door. “It’s a dress, not a straightjacket.” She quickly helps me out of the mess I’ve created, putting my arms and head where they’re meant to go so that the dress slides into place.
“A bit tight,” I choke out, sucking in my stomach.
“And a bit too complicated for you,” Laurel says with a smirk. “I didn’t think a dress could confuse anyone as much as this one was able to confuse you. Shall I find something simpler?” She gives me a sweet smile and I swat her.
“Just help me out of this awful contraption before you go. I can’t breathe.”
We agree that blues and dark colours are the ones I should aim for. The girly pinks and purples do not work for me. We’ve developed a system where, while I struggle to dress myself, Laurel hunts for outfits that might work. She doesn’t need my opinion to choose something—she knows what I would and wouldn’t wear. And if she comes back with something revolting, it’s for a joke and I’m forced to humour her. Oh, the joys of dress shopping with my best friend.
The next dress is much easier to put on, a floor-length, black, tight-fitting thing with small, sparkly diamonds on the shoulders’ sheer fabric. It’s okay, but I’m not overly enthused by it, either. I say so to Laurel when I open the dressing room door to show her, only to find that she’s not alone.
“Oh, Calum,” I say, taken aback. He looks less surprised as he eyes my getup.
“You look good. Is that the dress you’re gonna wear to prom?” I blush slightly and Calum immediately looks uncomfortable with what he’s said.
“No, I don’t think so.” I mutter, my eyes on the ground.
“Why not?” Laurel exclaims, trying to ease some of the tension. “Calum’s right, you look smoking hot. You have to pick something eventually.” I roll my eyes at her.
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~ Black Lace ~ (l.h.)
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