Toujours Pur ✅ [andromeda black]

Chapter Eight ~ Amitié

Izzy and I step into the dress shop, and luckily since we woke up early enough there aren't many other people in here.

Last night, Izzy and I had thought that we should wake up early, in order to avoid the crowds that we knew would begin to form later on.

There are dresses of all colours, shapes and sizes hanging everywhere, and my attention is grabbed by so many that I really don't know where to look.

Then, the shopping marathon begins...

"This one?" Izzy asks, holding up a dark grey number and pressing it against her body.

"It's nice! But I think you could do better!" I reply, and Izzy dives back into the shelves.

"How about this?" I ask, selecting a navy blue dress that comes in nicely at the waist and then has a floor length flowing skirt.

Izzy shakes her head, and then I start browsing again.

About six more dresses are held up, tried on, and rejected, and then Izzy lets out a gasp.

"Oh Andromeda! I think that I've found the dress for you!" she says excitedly, gently picking it up and handing it to me.

Oh Mother if Merlin, it's gorgeous. Everything that I would ever want in a dress.

Slightly lost for words, I mutter, "I'm going to go and try this on.".

I turn into the dressing room, and slip into the silky material. I look in the mirror and...wow.

I...I've never seen myself like this before. It's like I'm looking in the mirror for the first time.

I feel new, different, confident. Like anything that I was insecure about has just faded away.

It is a beautiful deep green, and is very form fitting. It just...fits, and flows beautifully.

It's like it was made for me.