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*Violet's POV*

I rush up to my room after dinner and text Stella.

Me: Help, fashion emergency. Facetime?

A couple minutes later, I’m receiving a facetime from her. I answer quickly and see that she’s sitting in our dorm room.

“Stella! Help me!”

“What’s the problem? You look super cute right now. Love that blazer.”

“I know, you picked it! The problem is I’m going out to a night club apparently.”

“What?! How? Why?” She asks. I briefly explain the whole situation at the garden party to her and she nods and then says, “I see. Alright well, obviously you cannot wear that blazer to a club. The skirt should be fine with the right top though. The white has to go. What do you have with you?”

I empty out my duffle onto the bed and spread everything out.

“OH! How about that black lacy top on the far left!” She says.

“What ar