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Dresses, well, more specifically
ball gowns, are annoying to put on.

I already have mine but I still went into
a shop with Celeste, so she can find one
for tomorrow, I guess I can just
show up with her; as long as I walk
in with the Donovan's they'll be fine.

Any gang or company like Celeste
used to have to walk in with a top
mafia otherwise they weren't allowed
in because it's "exclusive"
unless you have millions of dollars.

"Are you walking in with anyone?"
I ask, sitting on the white,
uncomfortable bench outside of
the dressing room she's in "Nope"

she says, popping the p in the word.
"I work with the majority of them,
it'll be easy to get in." I nod and look at
the designs on the ceiling

She opens the dressing room door, revealing the 7th dress, which happens to look like
it was dragged through the mud, and then went through a garbage truck, with a large paper shredder at the end.

"What do we think?" she questions, looking
at herself in the mirror. I just smile and nod; she turns around with furrowed brows "It's bad isn't it?"

I shrug and smile, she crosses her arms
while staring at me, waiting for an answer
"Well, you're perfect, so you can make anything look perfect."

except for that hideous piece of garbage
that's somehow a designer brand.

She scoffs and walks back into the dressing room, repeating what I said in a bitchy voice.

While waiting on her I hear light laughter echoing through the room, I turn my head
to see where the noise is coming from and
see an older and younger woman.

They look very similar so I assume they're related; probably mother and daughter.

The younger one looks like she's in her
early twenties, with blonde hair, blue eyes,
tall, skinny, clear skin, and more model-like features.

The older one has slightly darker hair
and eyes, a few age lines but still tall and stunning. They're probably both models.

Both of them look through the
clothing racks, laughing, and putting
the gowns up to each other's bodies.

"You should wear this one on the carpet, Aubrielle, but don't wear boots this time."
the older woman says,
the younger woman rolls her eyes and says "Mhm, you got it, mom."

Meaning I was right, and I'll never have
that, I get so caught up in my emotions
that I don't realize Celeste is in
front of me in a new dress until she grabs
my shoulders and shakes me

I wish I could do simple things like that
with my mom, it's weird because seeing
this makes me feel like I have a pit in my stomach, I'm jealous of them.