“I'm in a fashion emergency, girl, one like you wouldn't understand. I have seventy five dollars to spend on a dress. If I don't find one today Mom is threatening to make me shop the penny auctions,” Tamara said before Amber had a chance to answer.
“We'll find you something hot,” Mary laughed, “Although I have ordered some of my supplies from that website your mom told me about.”
“Not you, too,” Tamara rolled her eyes.
“Don't roll your eyes, Tamara,” Mary said, “It's not an attractive thing for a young girl to do. You girls go ahead and take a look around. Let me know if you find something you like and we'll see if we can work out a deal.”
“Thanks, Mary,” Amber said.
Tamara grabbed her wrist and Amber allowed herself to be led to the back of the store.
“Always start in the back of the store,” Tamara said, “That's where…”
“They always hide the good deals,” Amber sighed, “I know! You've said it a million times.”
“Uh? I never thought you paid attention to my shopping lectures,” Tamara laughed.
“How can I not? They echo around my skull,” Amber laughed.
“What do you think of this one?” Tamara asked and held up a light blue knee length dress. It had a v-neck cut and a ruffled bottom.”
“It might look good on you,” Amber said.
“I was thinking for you,” Tamara said.
“I don't wear ruffles,” Amber said and began to look through the rack of dresses to her right.
“You should,” Tamara said, “Here, go try it on.”
“I don't wanna,” Amber said.
“Take it and go!” Tamara ordered, shoving the dress in her hand and swatting her butt playfully.
“Fine,” Amber sighed and stalked away into the dressing room.
“And I wanna see it before you take it off!” Tamara called after her.
A few minutes later
Amber stood in front of the mirror wearing the dress Tamara had chosen. She loved the color, but the ruffles killed it. Not that it mattered what she thought, because her dad would never allow her to leave the house with a v-neck dress, cut that low.
“Dad wouldn't let me out of my bedroom wearing this,” Amber sighed and stepped out of the dressing room.
“That's a damn shame,” Tamara said shaking her head, “Because it looks epically hot!”
“I know, I don't like the ruffles. Although the top actually makes me feel like I have boobs!” Amber whined.
“Go take it off, we'll find something. If it comes down to it, you could wear an old dress to the dance and change into this one when we got there,” Tamara suggested.
“Wouldn't work,” Amber sighed, “Dad gave me money for a new dress and if I spend the money he's going to want to see the dress.”
“True,” Tamara sighed, “You look around for something else. I'm going to go try this baby on.”
Amber watched as Tamara sauntered off carrying a floor length strapless lavender dress.
“Wish I could pull that color off. I'm just too pale for it. It would make me look like a ghost!” Amber sighed and turned her attention back to the racks.
Tamara soon returned swinging her hips like she was dominating a catwalk.