Hales Giving Fashion Advice

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Chapter 11

I'm walking through Macy's with Allison and Lydia. We are here to buy dresses for the dance. Lydia offered to get me a dress because she thinks we have got off on the wrong foot so she wants to make it up to me. I accept her offer.

But she doesn't know that I also  have an idea to make it up to her to, by getting her the best person she could possibly go to the dance with and his name is Stiles Stilinski. He has no date and he watch out for Allison while at the dance with Lydia.

We ride the escalator to the next floor. "You both could smile at least. Ever heard the saying, never frown someone could be falling in love with your smile? Smile Emily. I'm buying both of you a dress." Lydia comments. I roll my eyes but smile.

"I have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected." I point out. 

"Excellent." Lydia chirps. 

"But not as much as I'm going to ask." I point out.

Allison looks at me a small smile playing on her lips.  "What? What's that suppose to mean?" Lydia inquires.

   "It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided-up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with someone else." I state.

 "Who?" 

"Him." Allison says with a smile and looks over at Stiles who just sprayed women perfume in his mouth. Really Stiles? A hot girl is looking at you and this is what you do. I may or may not be also helping Allison get some revenge. What are sisters for?

"Oh... Don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile." Allison taunts.

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Lydia is piling dresses on Stiles while Allison and I look at dresses. I hate this so much. I don't even have a date.

 Lydia pulls Stiles with her so she can go to the dressing room.

Allison and I have two dark color dresses in hand. I hold the dress up to me and then turn the mirror and jump when I see not just me in the mirror Peter Hale is also behind me lovely. (Insert sarcasm)

 "Those are not really your colors." Peter points out.

        Great now he gives fashion advice. I spin around to face him a glare on my face. 

 "Sorry if that was intrusive, but considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter." Yes that was very intrusive. Get the hell away from my twin.

"Cause we're pale?" Allison questions. 

"Fair. I mean, you can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect." He corrects. I try to keep a straight face but,  holy hell he sounds like a rapist.

 "Okay." Allison mutters. If only she knew who the hell this guy is. 

"Trust me, I have a unique perspective on the subject." Peter turns toward a dress and grabs my arm. I flinch but I don't make a scene. He holds it next to my arm. "Do you mind? See? Much better. You two are not here alone, are you? Shopping for dresses with friends." Allison nods her head. 

"High school dance." Peter suggests. 

"Formal." I correct. 

"Oh."

 Before we can continue with the conversation the P.A. goes off.

  "Attention, shoppers. The owner of a blue Mazda, license plate 5UN 1768."  

"Did she say a blue Mazda?" Allison asks looking toward me. I nod. 

"Your car's being towed." 

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