"Turn around for me."
"That's the third time you're asking that."
"Please?"
"Alright."
"I think I liked the last one better."
"Remind me why I wanted to go dress shopping with you again?"
"Oh, shut up. Because of me you will have the perfect dress."
"Because I definitely couldn't have done this on my own, of course."
"Glad you realised that."
"I'm going to try on the last one now, you should go change too."
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"Oh! This is definitely the best one!"
"You really think so?"
"Yes, that maroon colour looks lovely on you. You should absolutely buy this one."
"I agree. How about you? I think I liked the pink one best."
"The dark pink or the light pink one?"
"The lighter one. It goes really well with your skin tone."
"That was my favourite too. And hey, it would make us look lovely together."
"I though you liked the white one best?"
"Nah, you made me realise that the pink one was better."
"Uhuh."
"I mean it!"
"Sure you do. You're just trying to get back on my good side."
"Was I ever not on your good side?"
"Yes, after I had to twirl around for you for the sixth time."
"But did it get you the perfect dress?"
"As if my twirling had anything to do with that."
"Just look at it this way; you've had lots of practice for the dance."
"This is the point where I leave you, right?"
"You wouldn't"
"Watch me."
"Damn it, Ella. Wait for me!"
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How we met
Short StoryElla has gotten to a point in her life where nothing feels certain. Her relationship with her parents has been getting worse and worse, she's been missing her old best friend more than ever and she hasn't really been feeling like herself. You could...
