Chapter 9: Dress Hunting

"Too glittery. What are you?  A unicorn sh*t? Go put on something else please. Next!"

"Too poofy. You look like a freaking girl from candy lala land. Next!"

"Too Tissue-y. That's so not you. It looks like a used paper towel and then reused again and was pasted on the dress, like eww. Boo take it off! Next!"

"Too cringey. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! Go fudging change please"

"Too white. Can you please close your eyes".

And like a stupid person I am, I did listen to her and closed my eyes.

"There! You look like your a freaking corpse in a coffin, Thank you, Next."

Those were some of her exact words 3 hours ago and 17 shops ago.

Now, we are exiting the 18th shop and we still don't have the dress. It's just a dress, it's no big deal. We can just grab one and be done with it. But NO!

Her, being the typical fashion diva/ bestfriend / my pain in the *ss  needs to f