Oh no guys, i just re-read that chapter and saw soooo many errors! Lol
I'am so sorry you all had to read through that, i promise i will edit them, once i find the time, you know…..work life right? ;)
I was half asleep typing the chapter out, how embarrassing.
But I really appreciate everyone being patient with my sloppy writing, i will try my very best to improve ! i swear !
"Kotoko-chaaaaaaaaaaan ! this will look SO cute on you!"
Hanako exclaimed loudly while holding out a peach blazer, it was a little longer and looser than the average business classic wear
"Oh, but it looks so mature, i don't know if it will suit me" kotoko had a worried look on her face
"Nonsense!... here !" she grabbed a plain white shirt and a light washed , distressed pair of jeans
Hanako shoved the outfit on kotoko's arms
"Go try it on now" she insisted
"o-okay, but i'm telling you it's not going to look nice." kotoko obediently nodded
Hanako ignored the comment , she immediately got distracted by the shelves of heels at the other end of the store, she walked towards the collection and selected a pair, a bright smile spread across her face, perfect! She thought
Hanako placed the white pointy heels under kotoko's changing room
"Then put these on! Tell me when you're ready….
Kotoko was done , she was about to put the heels on when she realized how pretty they were, very basic but beautiful and mature, how could she possibly pull this look off ? she didn't want to disappoint hanako, but tried the shoes on anyways, crossing her fingers…."okay i'm ready"
Kotoko steps out of the changing room to find hanako closing her eyes with her hands like a child waiting for a birthday cake, she then opens them and blanky looks at kotoko….from head to toe
"Oh my freaking gosh, i'm such a genius ! this peach blazer looks amazing on you ! i love this outfit! " she exclaimed
Kotoko who was struggling to keep her balance slowly turned to the mirror to have a good look at what hanako was being excited about, it's only a blazer , how could it change someone's look….she gets a good view of herself and her mouth flew open
"See, what did i tell you? I know my way around these things so don't you dare ever question my fashion sense" she took out the hair tie that was holding kotoko's hair together, hanako brushed her hair softly.." i know it's a little mature for you and judging by your style, it's not something you would wear…. But clothes are the same as living your life in a way… you shouldn't be afraid to try new things, sometimes we get comfortable in our own style we don't end up going around to explore, then you miss out on the good stuff"
"I never knew clothes could change a person this much…." the girl realized,keeping her eyes on her reflection
"No dear, the clothes help, it's YOU that makes the whole outfit pop" hanako corrected
"Huh? how?" kotoko asks
"Well, the same outfit might not suit someone who has a completely different personality, or look, maybe even height or weight, everyone's different, but that's the fun part about fashion, it's kind of like a math problem!... umm… like trial and error , like for example. what works for me might not work for you!"
"Oh i get it !" kotoko finally smiled
"Yeah, i have no interest in all that academic stuff unlike my brother, he has an IQ of 200! He's super smart compared to me " she laughed
Kotoko lost her balance a little with the heels she was wearing and because of what hanako just said wait, what? That's irie-kun, he's the only one that has an iq of 200 she was caught off guard remembering him again
"Your brother has an iq of 200?"
The beautiful girl continued to search for more clothes, "mmmhmm… he's a little brat though, he's around your age ! hmm…. This one is cute too…. And this!" she holds out a nude off the shoulder top
"What do you mean by 'a little brat?' " kotoko chuckled at the thought of irie-kun having a twin
"Oh ! well, he's always causing mother and father so much trouble getting into random fights, it's so childish, especially since he's in his second year of business school and he's my dad's future successor, he goes around doing whatever he wants… ohhhhh! This one is cute too!...ugh! that little brother of mine… i'm not surprised he's never been serious with anyone, especially with what happened with sahoko-san, i mean, it's so obvious th-"
"Wait. sahoko-san? impossible.
"yeah . our childhood friend. Sahoko oizumi, i heard she's engaged, although i doubt that's the reason he's acting up, you see… she was madly in love with my little brother when we were kids, but HA ! he never liked her back, it was so funny"
"You know sahaoko-san? You grew up with her?" kotoko was shocked, after all the efforts of trying to forget sahoko and the irie's , they still managed to follow her even by memory or through other people, what a small world
"Yes , wait, do you know her?" hanako stopped looking through the rack of clothes , she turned to kotoko with a questioning look
"Yeah, she's engaged to irie-kun...he's my first l-" she stopped herself "my friend" her cheeks blushing
"Oh. my. God. kotoko, sahoko's getting married to your ex !? thats crazzzzzyyyy" hanako's mouth was wide open, she started laughing loud again
"He's not my ex" her eyes fell to the ground "were just friends, nothing more i guess…"
Hanako stopped laughing, she examined kotoko's face
"Hmmm i see, he was your first love ! oh wow that's cruel"
"No it has nothing to do with me, nothing ever happened between us."
Hanako crossed her arms together "it's an arranged marriage though, don't worry , even though she was my childhood friend, she was closer to my brother than i was, were not really friends" she continued to scan through the clothes again, kotoko following her behind
"What do you mean you're not friends?"
"I don't hate her, but i don't like her either. Lets just say i forgive but i don't forget"
Kotoko was dying to know what she meant by that, but she didn't want to snoop on anyone's past, she figured hanako can tell her when she feels like it
Still though, what are the chances sahoko-san and hanaka-san knew each other
Was japan really that small?
Right on que, as if hanako could read her mind, she explained, "our families were close, and like i said, everybody but my brother knew that she was madly in love with him, it was so cute and annoying at the same time, however, i don't know what happened… why he rejected her, i still wonder why….they got along so well, but at least she and i didn't end up being sister-in laws" she chuckled
Kotoko was about to ask another question but was interrupted
"Okay! That should be enough, miss?" hanako calls out to the sales rep
"I'm getting all of these" she points at the huge pile of clothes kotoko was holding for her
"Also the outfit she's wearing, kindly take out the tags for her, and place her old clothes in a bag please" she ordered politely
"Right away ma'am" the sales rep quickly check the items out as kotoko changed back to her regular clothes and handed them the ones she tried on
"Your buying them? But you didn't even try it on" kotoko wondered
"Yes, but it's okay coz i already know your size! I hope you like them"
"What? No. i can't accept so much expensive clothes, you're so kind hanako-san but even if i wanted to pay for myself, i don't think i have enough money and i can't accept such luxurious clothing, i really appreciate you helping me but-"
"Too late i already paid for it" hanako interrupted again as she swiped her card
"Dont worry love, i model for this store so i get 80% discount ! it really isn't much to be honest"
Kotoko was still panicking " but i really can't, you're too kind, please return them" she bowed her head
"Absolutely not, i picked all these especially for you. How about this, in exchange for the clothes, come with me tomorrow , i need someone to help me with something work related, okay?"
"Um… sure, okay, if you insist…. But is it really fine to buy all this?"
"Hai haiiiiiii,. It's come, let's get mani's and pedi's while you tell me about this irie-kun" she started walking out of the shop carrying the bags leaving the slow kotoko who desperately tried to catch up to the beautiful girl in heels