Not That Hard

7: Date Night

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Bee's Note: I was worried that one of my descriptions wouldn't read well so I included a half assed sketch up top to give a bit of a visual with little notes in my ugly hand writing. Enjoy. Oh, and the ** is where the dress comes into the story, just an fyi.

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7: Date Night

"Ouch, gosh damn it," Stevie exclaims after pricking her finger with a pin for what felt like the thousandth time today alone. She was working on a piece for her soon due project. Since spooky season was quickly upcoming. One of Stevie's professors offered an extra credit project that would bring Halloween into a wearable trend. She decided to take inspiration from Corpse Bride and the Victorian style that is portrayed throughout the movie. She needed two outfits, so to create the feel of a dead bride and groom, she decided to do a casual take on a modern day Victorian style.

The outfits would be modeled in a small runway show the Friday before Halloween. They would also be taking scores, the winner gets a $300 gift card for fabric and other sewing materials. Rory had agreed to take the role of the female model, but she still had to look for a male model. Today being September 18th left her with exactly six weeks until the due date.

Sighing, Stevie looked at the clock. 3:40 it read. Looking down at the pile of tulle and nylon that laid in her lap then to the dress that dressed the mannequin. She decided to finish sewing on the two layers of tulle on the petticoat slip (slash bodysuit) before packing up and heading home. With the dress completed, Stevie decided to take it to Rory to officially try on.

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Holding the bagged dress down the hall, Stevie stopped in front of her friend's door. She grabbed the key to the door from her key ring, swinging the door open and closed, careful not to catch the dress in the door.

"Rory, where are you? I brought the dress to try on before I help you pick out an outfit," Stevie called into Rory's seemingly empty apartment. "Rory?" She walked into the girls room to see clothing across the room and piled high on RJ's bed. From the pile, a loud groan broke loose to let the younger girl know that she was, in fact, buried under the pile of clothing.

"I've tried everything, Stevie! Nothing I own is good enough to wear to 71 Above!," the girl exclaimed in distress.

"Well, your personal fairy godmother is now here and she won't let you go to dinner in rags! Go try this dress on for me real quick and I will sort through these clothes to see what magic I can perform. The slip and dress are different lengths on purpose," she said, while handing the covered dress to her friend. Rory let out a sigh and hauled herself in front of the body mirror and began getting undressed.

"You have some great stuff here, RJ. What color are you wanting to wear?," Stevie asked, looking through her clothes and setting a few outfits aside as she began hanging excess clothing back up in the closet.

"Uh," Rory hesitated, "how about a dark blue with light pink sparkles?," she finished in complete awe as she stared at herself in the mirror.**

"I don't see anything like that in her, girlie, but I have some pink shimmers in my makeup that I can throw on this blue skirt if you would like," the girl joked, not realizing that Rory meant that she wanted to wear the dresses she was currently trying on.

"No. Girl, turn around! This is perfect, Steve. I don't ever want to take this dress off," she said, further acclaiming the dress and the details her friend had put into it. Stevie looked up and admired the way the midi dress fit her friend. The length, perfect for her long legs, and the color, rich against her tanned skin.