Author's Note: This is a long one and prepare for some crying. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy loves xxx M
"Okay, what about this one?" Elma asked, holding up a red dress in her hand.
I cringed at the sight of it. Not that I didn't hate it, it just didn't personally fit me. Not to mention it was also flashy, especially in the pelvic area. God, I wished I said no to Harry earlier.
"I'm not wearing that" I told Elma.
"Oh come on, why not?" Elma asked, putting the dress back on the rack. "You would look good in it. Shows off your legs"
"Yeah, all of my legs" I criticized. "Plus, I'm pretty sure if I bent down, everyone would see my underwear"
"So?" Elma asked, not seeing the point. "Isn't the point is not to be invisible?"
"Yes" I answered her. "But I'm not supposed to come off as a whore already. Kendall probably already thinks I'm one"
Elma laughed at my words.
"You? A whore?" Elma managed to say while laughing. "I think Kendall has to look at herself before labeling you a whore"
I turned away from Elma and started to walk towards the dressing room.
If she thought picking a dress for an exclusive party that was being held by Gucci was easy, it wasn't. The fact that everyone else was going to wear designer brands while I was going to wear a dress from an unknown cheap store spoke for itself. I was a nobody going to an all star party. I felt like a nervous Cinderella. Except Cinderella had no fairy godmother who could get her a dress that made her stand out of the crowd. Oh, and that Cinderella's prince is in love with another woman. Why did I compare myself to a nervous Cinderella again?
"Y/N" Elma called on me.
"What?" I asked, turning around to her.
She held up a short silver sequin dress. It was sparkly. Very sparkly that I would be noticed in less than a second. I wanted to wear it but I was pretty sure I couldn't pull it off. It was a party-party dress and I wasn't that girl.
"Put it back" I said.
"Are you kidding?" Elma asked, losing more patience with me. "You have to wear it tonight!"
"No, no" I shook my head at her. "I already have these two dresses in my hand"
"Yeah, two boring dresses" Elma criticized. "You're really going to limit yourself to a dark blue and black dress? You're asking to blend in with the crowd"
"But I would feel comfortable tonight" I told her.
"When are you ever comfortable, Y/N?" Elma asked me. "You always let other's opinions control what you do. Stop being a pushover and for once do what you want"
I raised my eyebrows at her.
I wasn't a pushover. Sure, I cared about what others say but who doesn't? As for my clothes, I rather choose comfort over style. If I had to pick between an ugly comfortable dress than an itchy nice dress, I'd pick the first choice. I wear what I want to wear.
"I'm not a pushover" I stated. "Put the dress back"
"Y/N, come on" Elma begged. "Just try it on. I'll stop annoying you if you do"
Just to try it on? All for Elma to stop annoying me?
I looked to Elma who was moving her front strands of her hair back. I sighed in defeat, knowing I couldn't pass up this offer.
