Living With The Anderson Boys | ✓

○ chapter fifty eight ○

Winter's P.O.V

"Winter, come on! I really want to go to this store!" Amanda says, tugging on my arm. I laugh and hold my hand up at her.

"Wait, this one looks nice." I say and feel the material of the dress and I hear Amanda groan loudly.

Right now, since we had two days left till prom, Amanda and I decided to go shop for dresses. Since Amanda was really picky with the dresses and she needed the 'perfect' dress, I knew we were going to be here for a long time so I really didn't rush on finding a dress that suited me. On the other hand though, Amanda didn't like taking her time like me. She was inpatient and picky not calm.

"Ugh, it's not even pretty! Come on!" Amanda starts again and I sigh and leave the dress as we walk out of the shop and into another. The shop looks very expensive but since my dad offered to pay for my dress, I didn't care. But, I was at least going to make it easy for dad. Amanda though, had lots of money stored in her bank account so she was sorted.

"Oh look at this one!" Amanda says as she stares at the red dress in silence. I  smile at Amanda and nod. The dress was strapless and had diamonds on the top area of the dress. At the front of the dress though, it didn't flow to the bottom of the floor like the back of it - it stops at the knee - but overall, it really looks nice.

"I think it looks beautiful." I say and Amanda looks at me and holds onto the dress, her eyes glaring into mine.

"Nope, it's mine. Get your own." Amanda says and I laugh, walking around the shop to look for a dress.

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After staying at the mall for more than three hours looking for a dress, I finally gave up. Amanda tried helping me but I really didn't like any of them. Some dresses showed way to much and some covered up a lot so basically that night, I went home empty handed.

"Hey mom, where's dad?" I ask as I walk into the kitchen. My mom turns around from stirring the pasta and shrugs.

"He didn't tell me." My mom says and I nod, taking a seat on the stool.

"So, how did the dress shopping go?" My mom asks and I sigh.

"I didn't find anything. They just... weren't me, I guess." I say and my mom turns around again, a bright smile on her face.

"So you've done looking for one?" My mom asks, the smile still on her face. I shrug and tie my hair up in a bun.

"Well, Amanda did want me to go and try again tomorrow-"

"No, no, no." My mom quickly says, rushing over to me. I was suprised in her actions. She places her hands on my shoulders and shakes her head as she whispers another 'no'.

"W-Why?" I stutter and my mom grabs my hand and pulls me out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards her room. I lean against the door frame and watch as she goes to her cupboard and pulls out a sealed bag. She walks to the bed and lays it down.

"My mom gave me this dress to wear to the prom..." She starts off and I walk towards her, standing beside her. She gives me a smile looks back at the dress.

"It was a pass-me-down dress since my mom had worn it at her prom. She told me that if I was to have a daughter, I should give this to her. Since you didn't meet your grandma, her only wish was to give this to you and pass it down to your children and your children's children. She said that would make her the happiest woman alive..." My mom tears up a little when she grips at the zipper of the bag.

"She made it from hand so it means a lot to me and I hope it means a lot to you too." My mom says as she pulls down the zipper. My eyes go wide when I see the dress.