ZIRA - Day Before "I just want to look perfect when I find my mate," yelled my best friend, Isabella, while throwing more clothes over the fitting room door. The poor clerk did her best to catch them before they hit the floor. I gave up helping her an hour ago. Now I was buried under Isabella’s rejection pile, too lazy to move. "Alright, dress number twenty-one," Isabella yelled as I sat up, dropping the clothes to the floor. I looked up in time to see Isabella walking out wearing the most beautiful red dress. "I want to look good. Like deliciously good," Isabella said, staring at herself in the mirror. She sighed, took off the dress, and threw it on the floor. She went back inside the fitting room, closing the door in frustration. "Hey, that one was hot. Your mate wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off you," I said, holding the red dress against my body. Then something caught my eye. A dress that only Isabella could pull off. "Hey, try this," I said, throwing the
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