I studied the mirror closely.
“Does this look okay?” I asked my friend,
Ally. “I dunno,” Ally shrugged. “You
look good, but it doesn’t look right on you.”
“I don’t like it,” my mom said.
“I guess you’re right,” I sighed,
looking at the mirror one more time. I disappeared
into the dressing room again, determined to find the
perfect dress for Prom.
Why? Well, it was because my boyfriend, Harry, was coming
from his tour to take me to Prom, just like Liam was
taking Ally and Niall was taking Huda. Ally had already
found the perfect dress (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=48142204)
and a neck lace that Liam got her. It accentuated her
small stomach and perfect curves. Ally was a gorgeous
girl, and I sometimes felt over shadowed by her, because
she was such an outgoing person. I was shier and more
withdrawn, except for when it was around Harry. Harry
knew everything about me, and still lived
me.
I’m never going to find the right
dress, I thought, taking off the huge ball gown I
had just tried on. I looked at the last dress I
hadn’t tried on. It was the most expensive, but it
was unique, like me. I squinted my amber- green eyes at
it and smiled slyly. “You might just be the
one,” I whispered to myself. I pulled myself into
the dress, and walked out of the room, zipping it as I
went. “So? What do you think?” I questioned
my mother and Ally, looking at myself in the mirror for
the first time. “It’s stunning,” my mom
said. “I’m… speechless,” Ally
breathed.
Anyone could easily understand why. The sweetheart
neckline gave me a little ‘lift’ but not too
much, and the ivory- white color didn’t wash out my
tan skin like most other dresses had. I was an athletic
girl, and the dress showed the benefits of 5 years of
soccer and gymnastics. It was it.
(http://www.promgirl.com/shop/dresses/viewitem-PD747244)
A sales lady came up behind me. “This is the dress!
It’s SO fabulous!” She said, trying to
persuade everyone into the dress. “You don’t
have to convince her, she already likes it!” Ally
giggled bluntly. The lady smirked. “I’d like
to get this one,” I said, twirling in it, laughing.
“Okay, why don’t you go take this off, then
meet me at the counter and we’ll talk prices,
m’kay?” She asked. “Cool,” I
said, scurrying to the dressing room.
When I arrived, I pulled off the dress, put it on the
hanger, and started to get dressed. I stuck my hand in my
pants pocket, and felt a paper with my finger tips. I
pulled it out gently, uncrumbling it. I brought it up to
my eyes, studying the small writing that was absolutely
Harry’s. The paper read, “Good luck dress
hunting, gorgeous. XOXO, Me”
