I haven't left yet, so I still have time to upload here.
Now, to go to a dance, you have to wear something fancy..
"Bree? Really?" Astrid asks. The moment she told Bree the next day, the bionic teen had super sped them to the mall to get Astrid a dress.
"I was certain of the color. I thought you'd look good in green.." Bree says, looking over the dress that Astrid is wearing. Astrid looks down at the dress again.
It is green. It has thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders. The bust has white and green rhinestones that covering it. The skirt has multiple layers, the waist starting above Astrid's stomach. And the skirt itself is a high-low type, showing more leg than she would like.
"Or was it blue..?" Bree asks herself.
"Well, I'm not wearing this." Astrid turns around and goes back into the booth. Bree wades through the racks of dresses and finds another one.
She walks back to Astrid, who is just opening the door. "Try this!" She squeals. Astrid groans, but listens to the shopaholic. She closes the door and once again, changes into a dress.
This one is made of a shiny evergreen colored fabric. The bust crosses over itself and the sleeves fit on her shoulders. The waist has a black sash made of a similar material and the skirt stops at her knees. Astrid looks at herself in the mirror and then opens the door for Bree to see.
"..Cute. But I don't think it goes with your hair," Bree decides.
"Couldn't you decide that before I tried it on?" Astrid asks. Bree shrugs.
"Here, try this next." Bree is holding another spaghetti strap dress, only this one is a baby blue and lime green in streaks over it. It has a matching wrap that's hanging off the handle.
"No," Astrid says, "No, I'm not wearing that."
Bree sighs, "Okay. Then you pick the dress."
Still in the evergreen fabric, Astrid walks around the racks, looking for something. There's a dress of similar color to the one she has on, but it looks like it is more for a cocktail party than a highschool dance with its wide rhinestone belt and crisply folded skirt. Then she sees it.
She looks over the dress and then finds her size. She goes to the dressing room. "Astrid?"
"Wait," Astrid says as she undresses to try on the dress. When she's all done, she looks at herself in the mirror.
"Let me see!" Bree pleads. Astrid unlocks the door and steps out.
The dress is a light green with a thin light blue netting over it. The skirt stops just below her knees. At the waist, there is a blue ribbon bow with two yellow ribbons peeking out behind it. The top is plain, but the neckline spans from one shoulder to the other, the fabric covering the shoulders. It's loose fabric that mimics a cowl neckline.
"..It's perfect," Astrid decides. She looks up at Bree.
"You know that Chase is going to lose his jaw when he sees you, right?" Bree asks. Both girls start laughing and Astrid changes out of the dress. Then they go to Astrid's house, where she'll store her dress until Saturday.
"So, is this dance like prom?" Astrid asks.
"No. Well.. prom is for the seniors," Bree states, "this is an 'end of the year' party for everyone." Astrid looks at the dress spread out on her bed. Then Bree gasps, "What are you going to do for your hair?"
"Mr. Davenport, I really don't need to wear a tux," Chase argues as his father shows him the ensemble from his bachelor days.
"Chase, everyone else will," Mr. Davenport states, "Bree says that Ethan has one picked out. Even Adam is wearing one!" They look at Adam, who already has his on. It has a pink tie, to match Alice's dress.
"But Mr. Davenport," Chase whines. He looks at the tux. "Wh-what if it doesn't match Astrid?" He asks.
"Chase, it's black and white," Mr. Davenport says, "black and white goes with everything."
"But-" Mr. Davenport sets a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I've got that covered. Bree told me the colors on Astrid's dress, so both your tie and flower would match." Davenport shows him. Both are a light blue, but in a certain light, the tie looks like it has a little green to it.
Chase takes a deep breath, "Okay, I'll wear the tux- Wait, what if it doesn't fit?"
"You're both small, Chase," Adam says, looking at them, "and if it doesn't fit, then we can always put it through the washing machine. It'll shrink right to Chase-size."
Chase ignores the insults on his height and goes to his capsule to change.
I searched Google Images (and Pinterest) for the perfect dress. I wish I could show you it, it is gorgeous!
Again, no promises on uploading tomorrow. But.. there will be a few places nearby that have internet, so.. maybe.