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Then again, Milos flustered was what I wish I could be on a daily basis. Curiosity sends me to the carrier bag of an exclusive store on Michigan Avenue I’ve never been in before. I didn’t know they had fat girl clothes. There are two flat boxes, the first one is the sexiest yet sweet pair of pink lace bra and panties. I blush to my tummy at the idea of Milos picking them out or even seeing them. The next box has a pretty blush pink dress. Pulling it out, my stomach twists—I never wear dresses and wonder if I could bring myself to wear this one.

Sandra said, ending at exactly five seconds. “Want a skin like mine? Try LadyFlair.” Mina, the quiet one said. “Aren’t you tired of waiting for the boys to go Gaga?” Judy winked, “Join me.” She said, holding the makeup products in front of her, with a bright smile. “True beauty exists with LadyFlair. The first fifty are free.” Paris said, sweetly, and I smiled. “Try LadyFlair and throw away your regrets.” Tenor said, throwing her hands in the air.

I begin, “I don’t know sparkly, maybe blue, I really like blue.” “Absolutely. Is this for an event?” She glances between Chad and I. “Yes, a music event in New York City.” I smile at her as she leads me to the area in which I need. “Actually I’m going to probably need two dresses. Maybe a black one as well.”

I heard what occurred, and I'm sorry I couldn't come right after because Vern and I had a fashion show in Paris after Singapore. "That's why I promised to come back and see you right away." And I've arrived! Vern isn't here because she has to snooze, and my youngest may be stunted, poor thing. So now it's just me."She said it simply, like if she was ecstatic to see her. "I brought you a souvenir from Paris." I purchased this gorgeous dress from Pablo Carpal's new summer line. Look at how good this is for you." She pulled out the long flowered gowns. They are stunning, very stunning, and appear to be adored.

“This has your name written all over it.” My eyes fall down the dress to the price tag hanging off the side- it’s more than I make in a week. “I don’t know…” I mumble, running a hand through my hair absently. “Looks a little fancy for the Stillwater Tap.” “Psh, it’s a special occasion!” She steps around the rack and shoves the dress toward me. “At least try it on.” Fallon’s not the type of girl who takes no for an answer, so I just nod and take it from her, folding it over my arm.

I tried to seek Xander's help using the fact I was Vance's mother, but that didn't work. "The dress is sold out and this is the only one available." The sales girl informed me. That was a bummer. "Don't you have other dresses from this collection?" I requested; this was depressing; I couldn't even get the dress I wanted the same way I could not get the man I wanted. How annoying, "We do have some interesting dresses from the Rivers collection." The sales girl suggested, but I would rather die than patronize Bertha. My bag started to vibrate followed by the ringing sound of my phone.

Stepping inside, she felt a wave of nostalgia. They wandered through the relatively small store, exploring the assortment of clothes. The activity felt refreshing, providing a pleasant distraction. Situated in a French village, the shop predominantly carried French-inspired attire, adhering to a vintage theme featuring styles from before the 2000s. “Lady Chateau, try this on,” Sophie said, interrupting her companion’s quiet admiration of another section. Sophie held up a 90s-style yellow dress, adorned with understated floral patterns. “Bright colors suit you,” she complimented with a smile.

Nova— "Stand straight for me, Ms. Pierce." Dora Angles circled behind me, fastening the final buttons of my gown. I stood on the dressing platform inside Flaminga's Gallery, one of the most prestigious dress boutiques in South Bay. The floor-to-ceiling mirrors gleamed beneath crystal chandeliers, and every gown displayed around the room looked like something pulled from a fairy tale. The Imperial Foundation Gala was this Friday. When Nicolai and I had visited his family over the weekend, Patrice and Perra had practically insisted that my dress come from Flaminga's.

“Okay, but you’re buying me a pretzel after this. And you have to tell me what this is about because the suspense is killing me.” “Deal.” The dress section was a nightmare of sequins and florals and things that looked like they belonged at prom rather than on a normal date. Which makes sense because it is prom season to be fair. Naomi pulled three different options while I stood there feeling increasingly hopeless about the whole situation. “Try this one,” she said, shoving a blue sundress at me. “It’ll bring out your eyes.” I was halfway to the fitting room when she said, “Oh, my mom heard from her friend at the police station that there have been like three more sightings near those campgr

I murmured back before walking past her. I went home quickly to drop the groceries but I stepped out again to buy other stuffs for my upcoming work. I had to search the city for a clothing thrift shop since I couldn’t enter the glamorous shiny bright stores that I’ve walked past around. I will bet their dresses will cost me half of my salary. I needed some new pairs of dresses and skirts that I can use in the office. And also, to be photograph ready whenever Jupiter felt like bringing me out for our stupid theatrics.