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Wearing His Jersey
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tris's P.O.V.
Last night, after Four brought me home, I found my parents to be asleep, and Caleb obviously trying to be subtle about staying up to wait for me.
"Hi," I'd said as I walked into the living room where he was seated watching Spider Man, a commercial coming on a moment later. "I'm home."
"Hey. How was the carnival?"
"It was good, a lot of fun. I'm tired."
"Yeah, I've been once; they are fun, but they tire you out," he laughed. I smiled.
"There was a little girl on the ferris wheel by herself - she'd taken off from her parents. I'd seen her up in her cart, and the cart's door opened, and when she stepped forward, probably to close it, she tripped, her shirt had gotten twisted on the lock, so she was okay. I climbed up and got her." I smiled. "She's pretty cute. Said she made friends with a bird that's named after the monkey in Aladdin."
"Wait - you what? This was on the ferris wheel?" I nodded. "And you climbed it." He looked at me.
"Um, yeah."
"Are you kidding me? Do you know how dangerous that is? Where was Four during all this?"
"Behind me. I told him he didn't have to come, but he insisted." He groaned.
"Just please, please tell me you didn't slip, or even come lose to falling at all?" I thought back to when I slipped on my way up, Four steadying me.
"I'm safe now."
"Ugghhhhhh." He shook his head. "I don't even want to know, okay? Are you sure you're fine?"
"Yes, Caleb. I'm fine." I paused, slipping my heels off. His eyes locked on the shoes.
"Wait. You climbed in heels?"
"I'm heading upstairs. You coming?"
"No, I'm not tired. I think I'll watch the rest, maybe grab a snack."
"Goodnight," I smiled and gave him a quick hug before heading upstairs, and a moment later, I heard the television turn off and his quiet footsteps coming up the stairs.
Now, I'm headed into my mom's boutique. I stepped inside, purple and shimmery things were all around me. The walls and carpeting were purple, gold sparkly swirls on the walls.
"Mom?"
"Yes?" I heard her call from the back room, where all her designing supplies and sewing tools were, along with a wall lined up and down, left to right with shelves holding a million different fabrics.
"I'm here."
"Okay, I'll be out in a minute." I walked behind the counter and set my things down, then headed back out into the small shop, going to see is any of the clients needed assistance with anything.
"I don't know. I think it's a little too casual for a wedding, don't you?" I heard from behind one of the couple racks of dresses in the middle of the store. I headed around to the other side.
"Need help with anything?" I asked the woman and young girl, who looked to be around five years old. I smiled.
"Yes," the woman sighed. "We're going to my brother's wedding in two days, and we still don't have a dress for her." She gestured to who I assume is her daughter. I nodded. "My brother and his fiancee - they like everything to be perfect. Clean, nice, elegant - perfect. Do you think this dress is elegant and happy, or too casual? I want her to like what she wears, and this is the only thing she's agreeing to." I took at the little girl, sitting in one of the stuffed, maroon leather chairs, and holding up a small dress on a hanger. It was silk, sky blue with a pink band around the waist that had small flowers sewn on in beads. It didn't look one-hundred percent elegant, but the girl was little, and if she liked the dress, I think she should wear it. Plus, I think she'd look cute in it, with her short brown hair and green eyes.
"I think it'd be good," I said. "And she can try it on, if you'd feel better seeing it. We have dressing rooms right back there." I pointed behind me.
"Okay, I think I will have her put it on; I want to make sure it fits right and everything."
"Sounds good! I'll go grab the keys for the fitting rooms, I'll be right back." I took off toward the desk, and grabbed the keys off the shelf behind it. We headed into the back, where I unlocked one of the smaller dressing rooms, with a pink door and a picture of a rainbow painted on it. I thought the girl would like it.
"Here you go!" I said. "Call me if you need anything, like a different size, or help holding things or something." The woman nodded and thanked me, and I headed back out front. After a couple minutes, I heard a gasp and her mom tell the girl that she looked beautiful. I smiled and set off to find someone else who might need help.
"Beatrice!" I heard my mom call.
"Coming!" I headed back toward the counter.
"I want you to see something," she grinned.
"Okay!" Whenever she said that, it meant she's just finished a dress, and wanted me to either see it, or try it on so she'd know if she needed to make any adjustments. We headed into the back, and on the rack in her office, I saw a couple different sizes of one dress. The long, strapless purple and peach dress we'd talked about.
"Ah!" I gasped. "Oh, my goodness! Mom, that's so beautiful!" I pulled the dress of the rack and looked it over. I looked up at my mom, and she was smiling at me.
"I'm glad you like it! I want you to try it on!"
"All right," I nodded. I grabbed the set of keys and followed my mom, to the back where the fitting rooms were., she had the dress in her hands. I unlocked one of the blue doors and grabbed the dress, stepping in.
I slipped out of the outfit I'd put on that morning and pulled the silk off the hanger. I lowered it to the ground, trying not to bunch it up too much and wrinkle it, and stepped into the center. I pulled it up over me and adjusted it so it was straight and comfortable. The silk was soft and light; it felt like I was wearing a cloud. I took in my reflexion and sighed. The dress was beautiful; I was beautiful. It fit me just right, comfortably snug on top, and once it reached the waist, there was a peach belt and, from there, it flared out to the floor. I spun in a circle, and the dress swooshed around me; I couldn't see my feet, but it wasn't so long that I was tripping over it. I unlocked the door and stepped out to where my mom was standing. She sighed when she saw me, then squealed. I laughed.
"Honey, oh my goodness, you look wonderful! I love those colors on you, and the dress looks like it fits well! How does it feel?"
"It's good, super silky. I tell you, it's like I'm walking on air, dressed in a cloud. I love it!"
"That's good," she smiled. "Because your brother mentioned that the sophomore dance is next weekend, and I want you to have it!"