Note: Hiya! So I know in Legally Blonde Elle's whole thing was that she was a white blonde woman who defies stereotypes which I LOVE but for the sake of making this fit more inclusive I don't include details of that matter and instead focus his discrimination on the her femininity okay cool! enjoy :-) (dress is the header)
You had been moved to a state of extreme visible panic a total of three times during your life. The first was when you found out your horrible driver of a mother borrowed your pink Mercedes Benz without your permission. The second was when a newbie sorority sister forgot to invite half the celebrity guests to a patented and popular Delta Nu's charity fashion show. The third? Well, you were currently in your third. Today was a big day, probably the biggest of your life. It was your third year anniversary with your hunk of a boyfriend, Trent Berkshire III. Both of you came from rich familial backgrounds and it was your final year at USC; it was practically a given that he would propose tonight of all nights. That being said, your dress had to be the perfect combination of hot and Gibraltar Rock worthy. You had seen the Rock before, and instantly fell in love with all of its six carat shining glory.
Stepping out of the dressing room and ignoring the slight mess that had become of your hair, you marveled at yourself and your dress choice in the mirror. You made slow turns, ran hands over your smooth stomach and butt, took it all in as to make careful judgements on the dress. Nose scrunched and head cocked to the side, you remained deep in thought. The sleek crimson dress that hugged all the right inches of your body was closer than the others, but not quite yet the one. The clingy fabric screamed too much of pick me now please! which was not exactly what you needed. The outcome of the night was riding on your dress. If only you could determine exactly what you were missing. Somehow, you were beginning to feel overwhelmed with the constant striking out and the seemingly lack of help. I wish my sisters were here to help, you thought to yourself, milling over the dress again, indecisively.
As if on queue a group of three pairs of high heels came tapping into the store. You smiled in comfort at the shrill, "Y/N!"
One of the girls let out, "Why didn't you tell us you were here? No one should be left alone to dress and accessorize!"
You turned softly to the front of the group, the red headed Mae, pulling them in for a well needed hug. "Omigod you guys! Thank god. I'm like dying here. I'm not crazy, right? Trent is totally going to propose tonight." The uncertainty that crept into your voice brought back the worry.
Your left hand was rising to your hair, like a magnet, when Addison, the soft brunette to Mae's left flank, grabbed hold of it and chirped up. "Of course! All signs point to yes. It would be criminally insane for him not to. Besides, Cosmo said that your sign is bound to hear life changing news!" There was a hint of annoyance in her tone, but it was granted. All week you had gone to them for help, questioning what each and everyone of Trent's actions meant.
You breathed out in a nod. There was nothing like the love your best friends can give you. Mae spoke up, poking your bare arm. "So? What are the thoughts on this dress?"
Swiftly turning back towards the mirror, your eyes fell on the aforementioned dress. "I don't know really. It's close but not yet there."
Just as the words finished leaving your mouth, a pale faced sales associate pulled up to you and your sisters. She looked like all the artificial light she was under sucked all the joy and life from her figure. In her hands, she was holding up a flamingo pink silk dress that you recognized. "Hello ladies." There was a smile on her face, so dipped in honey, it was almost wicked. "If I may?" The other girls stepped aside to allow the saleswoman to approach you. "This just came in. it's perfect for someone like you." The emphasis on her final words were laced with pure evil, the kind only women know how to convey.
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Modern Women
Fanfic"Hey. Why is it considered a revolutionary twist in romcoms when the guy knows about the love before the girl?" "I dunno." "Because, it's a common known fact that girls are more intelligent than guys." You looked up at her through your eyelashes. "...