Following Emma:
With a swift spin around her room, her pale blonde hair wrapped around her in feather-light sways. Her plain white sundress fit her body perfectly, and her white flats with a black bow on the end went perfectly with her outfit.
Except something was still wrong, somehow it didn't look right. Emma Tolly twirled around a few more times before finally plopping down heavily on her bed.
Why couldn't she just throw something on and still look good, like Olivia, her best friend.
Olivia managed to make the most hideous or tackiest things look amazing, rather than fretting over every minor detail like Emma.
Emma sighed deeply in surrender and pulled off the white dress.
"Emma!" Her Aunt Julia called from the sitting room downstairs. "You better get some sleep so you can go out with your friends tomorrow!"
As much as she hated to do it, Emma just couldn't afford to go to sleep right now. She had to pick out the perfect outfit for their outing tomorrow. What if Tancred comes and sees me? she thought absentmindedly to herself. What if he thinks I'm still just a little sister? No. I want him to really see me tomorrow. I want him to think about me instead of patting my head.
She ran downstairs after brushing her teeth and putting on her pajamas, and grabbed a book off one of the shelves in the book store. "Mince the Mayhem" she read quietly. "A book about fashion disasters in a teenagers closet."
Emma had finally convinced her Aunt Julia to put in a book section for something other than history, to draw in new customers of course...
As she sat reading the beaten and withered old book, her mind began to drift into space. She soon found herself sprawled on the book store counter, reading intently about each and every mistake girls make.
It was 4 o'clock when she finally drifted off to sleep, her finger still holding her place in "Mince the Mayhem." Her dreams ran wild with various thoughts, plots, and ideas, taking her more and more into a deep comforting sleep atop the wooden counter.