Stay Strong


   Chapter 23
Clara's P.O.V.

"What about this one?" Violet asks, twirling in a black dress. It's a couple of days after the whole poster incident and Violet got the idea to start shopping for Prom dresses. So here we are at Salvation Army, shopping. After the costs of treatment we don't really have a lot of money. But suprisingly all of these dresses are gorgeous and really cheap. 
"I don't know, it kinda flushes you out," I say. She nods in agreement. I throw her a really pretty yellow dress and she walks back behind a room divider. I take a look out of the window and watch the January wind blow snow off of the ground and creat multiple clouds of white. A little girl in a snowsuit is in her mothers arms. I recognize the mtoher from the treatment center and smile. Violet coughs impatiently. 
"Sorry, I say turning my head. I try to stifle a laugh but fail.
"Haha." She rolls her eyes and then poses. "I think it looks kinda hot." She's so wrong. I thought the yellow would look good with her purple hair but God no. The dress ends just under her knees and his all lace. It looks nothing like the pretty dress I saw on the rack. 
"Take it off, please." I beg and throw her a gorgeous white dress.
"Alright," she says rolling her eyes. Just when she walks behind the divider I feel the vibrate of my phone in my pocket.
Greyson: Did I ever tell you I hate shopping for tux's.
Clara: When have you ever shopped for a tux?
Greyson: A couple of years ago for a wedding.
Clara: Do it for me?
Greyson: Only for you.
Clara: Love you.
Greyson: Love you too.
I smile and shove my phone back into my pocket as Violet shyly comes out.
"VIOLET!" I shreik. She looks beautiful. The dress lands at her mid-thigh and is white with black lace along the side. "Is it the one?" I ask.
"It's the one," she nods jumping up and down. She sits down on the couch and tosses me the five dresses I chose. The first three dresses look terrible on me. But when I put on the fourth one I fall in love instantly. The pink dress with the black sash hits my mid thigh and bubbles at the bottom. I twirl in it once in front of the mirror before walking out to see Violet.
"Clara!" She squeels. I would have hushed her but the store is pretty much empty and the owner is Violet's mom. 
"That dress is too perfect!" Violet continues.
"I hope Greyson likes it." I smile.
"He would flipping love you if you showed up in a brown paper bag!" Violet grins, the statement brings heat to my cheeks.
"He's not going to be to happy knowing he has to wear a pink tie," I beam. I quickly text him telling the color of my dress. He texts back that I'll look gorgeous. 
"Time to get shoes?" Violet asks snapping me out of my daze.
"Time to get shoes." I confirm.