Record Me Saying I Miss You

Chapter 6: Purple Dress

"You did it?"

I woke up the next morning to find Tessie and Will in the kitchen, eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove. Tessie was holding up a napkin with some scribbles of blue pen and I soon realized she found the details of the appointment I made with Dylan's stylist.

"Yea, I guess." I sat down at the counter, "Can I get some of that?"

"I'm not your fucking chef, Hazel." Will said, but still nonetheless scooped up a portion and set it on my plate. "What did you do though?"

"She called the stylist. You're going to the party."

"I didn't want to pass it up." I said, "And I guess after that whole thing with Andrew, I just wanted to let off some steam."

Tessie nodded understandingly but decided to drop the conversation.

Soon, the day of my appointment came and Will had driven me at the boutique I was told where the stylist would help me. As I entered the beautifully decorated door and peeked at the elegant window display, a soft bell rang. Three women in matching uniforms turned their heads toward me and one approached me with a smile.

"Hello, welcome to The Aviva Boutique! Is there anything I can help you find here today?" she said. I pulled out the napkin I had scribbled information on.

"I'm looking for... A... Aria?"

"She's helping someone in the back. Aria!" the lady called.

"Yes?" a voice sounded from the back of the story. The connecting door to the fitting rooms swung open and a tall woman with long brown hair stepped out. I felt myself holding my breath because of how gorgeous she was. Her hair was curled and reached her waist, sweeping gently across her sea-green off the shoulder blouse that she paired with a short pencil skirt. As she walked over to me, her tall heels clicked on the floor, elevating her height even further. Silver bangles littered her wrists and a pair of white sunglasses settled on the top of her head.

"I'm Aria. You must be Hazel. Pleasure meeting you." she smiled, her soft pink lips pulling back to show off her perfectly white teeth. I shook her hand.

"Did I come at a bad time? You were helping some-"

"Oh no, we had an appointment. It was just a drop in." she waved at the fitting room, "I just finished up."

"Oh, I see-"

"Aria, I can't figure out how..." the voice coming from one fitting rooms faded as soon as it made its way to the main part of the boutique. Probably because they saw me standing there.

"Come here, let me fix it." Aria sighed.

"Hazel? What are you doing here?"

Dylan was standing in the doorway, an unbuttoned shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders. I felt my cheeks brighten as my eyes involuntarily trailed across his toned chest.

"I have an appointment." I said, ignoring how flustered I was.

"Right."

Aria fixed his shirt and did the rather complicated buttons on his shirt. Then, she stepped back and examined him.

"Don't like it. These designers give me nothing to work with anymore." she waved him off again, before turning to me, "Oh right, I almost forgot you two were friends."

"We're not friends." Dylan snapped before slamming the door to his fitting room. Aria gave the door a look before taking a measuring tape draped around her arm.

"Let's ignore him and get working. Do you mind if I take some measurements?"

"No problem." I said, setting my bag on the counter and lifting my arms. Aria went to town with the measuring tape, before tapping on her phone, possibly to record my measurements.