▪︎𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝗜'𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
in which an ordinary girl soon finds out that she's not as ordinary as she once thought, all while trying to hide her f...
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♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪♡ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯
fashionable forensics
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DALLAS, LYDIA, AND ALLISON all stood along the escalator as shopping bags hung from their arms. "Nothing's wrong, I just have a lot on my mind." The Argent hummed silently as Dallas gave her best friend a suspicious look.
"You look like you're about to break into song, sweetheart," she smirked. "I can read you like a book, come on, what's wrong?"
"It might have something to do with the fact that you made out with my ex-boyfriend."
Lydia tried to cover up her snicker and cleared her throat. "Okay, Judge Judy, first of all - that's not what happened and you know it." she frowned. "I can't believe you think that I'd ever do that to you."
The brunette threw her a sympathetic look. "Plus, I'm buying you a dress." She tutted. "You could at least ease up on the bitter comments."
Ally rolled her eyes and linked arms with the brunette as they reached the next floor of the shopping center. "Now, my theme is Hollywood Glamour, but what did you have in mind?-
"Do you even have a date?" Lydia spoke up as the curly-haired Latina rolled her eyes.
"No Date, but Danny is my escort." she buzzed. The two young women shared a knowing look, which she noticed and cleared her throat at. "Hello?" she sang. "It's the twenty-first century, ladies. Where's my feministic support?"
They approached an excessively bright shopping store while the Garcia pulled Allison to the formal section. The held them up in front of the Argent's body while tutting. "None of this is right." she noted as Lydia rummaged through the dresses next to her.
She hummed in agreement and pulled out a pair of dresses for the huntress to try on. What the girls didn't notice, however, was Peter Hale observing from afar. Lydia pulled the Argent to a changing room as Dallas continued to search for herself. She had no clue what Danny's suit looked like, but she trusted his fashion taste enough to know he would screw it up. The Latina pulled out an orange, slim strapless dress and examined it.
She jumped in her skin as the voice behind her stole her from her thoughts. "That's not your colour." Peter Hale hummed, taking a glance at it as she spun around. "Sorry if that was intrusive, but considering your skin tone, I'd go darker."
"Huh," she took another glimpse at it before placing it back on the rack. "Do you work here or something?"
He chuckled. "No, I just wanted to help a pretty girl pick her dress." He then took her hand and placed it beside the fabric of another dress. "Do you mind?" he gave her a sadistic smile. "See? Much better."
