I wasn't sure if the secrecy extended to people not at Blushington, so I told my mom everything. She was very excited for me, but encouraged me to bail at the first sight of a sacrifice.
February had come and gone and so had card-gate. Valentine's Day at an all girls school is prime time to twirl on your haters. Some girls were talking to guys at Bloomington and proudly displayed their cards, chocolates and flowers.
Other girls, allegedly, sent themselves flowers and cards. And girls like me without cards, fake or real, could only stand on the sidelines and watch the parade.
March brought warmer weather. April brought rain and the beginning of May brought heightened anxieties. Not only were we a few weeks from the revue; we were a few weeks from finals. At any other school students may still feel like they had time to goof off but not at Blushington.
It's almost as if midterms didn't even matter. If you were paying attention midterms were a breeze, but finals turned even the smartest of girls into complete nerds.
That's exactly what we were discussing one evening. Cassie, Grace, Isla and myself all took our dinner outside and sat on the patio.
We'd begun rehearsals for the revue and Cassie wasn't sure if her aunt, Lola Strautham the famous actress, would be able to make it. Grace and Isla, who were both art students, were completely stressed about their end of term gallery that would be on display during the ball and I kept wondering why the dean gave me the same song to perform.
We had so many questions and worries and no immediate answers. So naturally the conversation veered into dresses for the ball and the boys at Bloomington.
When I told mom that the Blushing and Blooming Ball was open to family, alumni and donors she was thrilled and came to get me that same weekend to go dress shopping.
Cassie's aunt sent her a few designer gowns to choose from and the tex twins had dresses custom made.
Mom and I went out together to find something I could wear to the revue and to the ball. After hitting the mall, a few prom boutiques and a bridal shop, mom had a great idea to find something vintage and customize it.
She and I have always liked thrift shopping and this was a great opportunity for us to catch up and spend some girl time together. She told me about her new commissions and I shared more about my meetings with Florence and the girls.
We were laughing and walking down main street when I saw the perfect dress in a vintage shop window. As soon as we stepped inside to inquire about the dress, mom found a dress for herself on a nearby mannequin.
We couldn't believe our good fortune and began discussing ideas to make them our own right away. The chic, middle aged woman in the shop was incredibly friendly and knowledgable about the dresses; you could tell she loved her store.
Mom and I were so happy we nearly skipped to the car. A stop at the fabric store and then straight to the house, our trip was a success.
I hope you're enjoying the story!
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