After school was over, I waited outside for my Mom. Today we were going to look for some formal gowns. The only reason is because my Mom told me that there was an after party for the Grammy's tonight and I was going with her. Did I mention that my Mom worked for some of the biggest names in Hollywood? Well, thats awesome, except for the fact that I never got to meet any of them, until now!
We got to the mall and headed over to one of my Mom's favorite stores, The Paris Design. She always came here to get her outfits for red carpet events and after-parties.
I walked out of the dressing room and Mom stood up, checking it to make sure it fit right and looked good against my tanned skin. It was strapless, touched the floor and was very comfy.
"I'm not sure if I like this on you so much." Mom said and I rolled me eyes. I looked in the mirror and thought about what she just said, again. "Maybe you're right." I went back into the dressing room and tried on another one.
This one was grey, strapless, went about three inches above my knee and the layers under the band made my legs look a mile long. I walked over to the mirror and studied it, looking at all the little details on it, like; the sparkles in the layered fabric, the mint green and silver tint it made when you turned in the light. Plus, it looked great on me! This was it. This was deffinately the dress for me. "I love this one." I said and Mom walked up behind me, resting her hands on my shoulders. "I love it too." she said and smiled. "Now go change." I smiled back and went to change. Now it was Mom's turn to find the perfect outfit.
After Mom tried on two dresses, niether of which were right for her complection, she finally walked out in the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen her in. "Mom, you look... hot!" I said and she turned bright red. Was she embaressed to be called 'hot'? "I mean, you look beautiful." I smiled and she looked at herself in the mirror.
Since her hair was blonde and her skin was a light shade on tan, this dress looked like it was made for her. It cut just below the knee with a lace trim (Mom's favorite), the burgandy was perfect against her skin, a deep V-neck helped bring attention to her face and it fit like a glove. "You have to buy it." I insisted. She thought for a second, looking at it again. "Alright, I trust your opinion." she said and put her hand on my cheek then turning to the dressing room to change.
I guess it's true, what they say about picking things; third times the charm.
Mom and I left the store with our dresses, paid for, of course and walked out to the car. I noticed something from the corner of my eye. I looked in my bag and saw a single sparkle shining, almost like it was staring at me, trying to get my attention. I shook my head and hopped in, setting my bag on the backseat. I let out a sigh and layed my head against the head rest. Tonight, I was going to look hot!