“Oh…my…fluffles. You look…”
“Fluffy?” I offered sarcastically.
“You are so buying this dress. You won’t look so bad next to me now.”
I knew she meant it as a compliment but I couldn’t help but feel a little insulted.
“Wow, thanks,” I muttered.
“No, seriously.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the changing room and towards one of the mirrors located on the side of the shop. There we both stood, her practically beaming whereas I looked like I was in pain; apart from which, I have to admit I did look pretty stunning.
The dress didn’t hug my curves the way it did for Lea, but it wasn’t loose either. It just kind of…flowed. I could picture myself wearing the dress to the reunion, having most of the dweebs from Lea’s side of the family have their jaws drop open regardless of me not having a date. Oh yeah, it was a pretty picture; tempting even. But it definitely was not going to happen.
“So? We’re buying it!”
“No. We’re not,” I retorted.
“Oh come on, you look great in it!”
“I know I do, I just don’t see the point. It’s not like I’m going to the reunion in this.” I realized that Lea was about to say something and I quickly added, “It’s not like I’m going at all. Besides, it’s ridiculously overpriced.”
“Well, I’ll pay. Consider it a gift.”
I released a loud groan, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration. Lea, taking this as a sign of victory, grinned happily and skipped back to the changing room. Why did she always have to have it her way?
“Quit being in a funk. Who in the world sulks around when they’re gifted with an amazing outfit?”
I shot her a murderous glare, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back against the wall. If it wasn’t humiliating enough just by being with her, Lea spoke loudly and attracted the attention of some of the other shoppers. They kept eyeing me like I’d done something wrong. And I had. I was putting up with the world’s most bossy woman instead of doing humanity a favor, and killing her.
“I’m not sulking.”
Lea glanced at me, muttering something to herself before saying, “Yeah, sure you aren’t. Don’t act like you don’t want the dress when you very well do. I saw that look on your face when you stared at your reflection.”
“Psht.” That was the best comeback I had because inside, I completely agreed with Lea. I rarely went shopping and whenever I did, I was never satisfied with the clothes I got. I never really cared about my fashion sense and once in a million years did I actually find an outfit that made me go, “Wow. I have got to buy this.” I just didn’t like the fact that Lea was using that one-in-a-million dress to convince me into attending the reunion.