Disclaimer: Not mine. 'Wicked' belongs to Gregory Maguire.
016. Purple.
Unconventional to her
"I will certainly not wear any of that!" Elphaba exclaimed. "They're all so… pink!" She was looking through some of the outfits that her roommate had displayed for her to choose to put on for the next winter ball. It had been an hour – an hour! – and Galinda could not make her green friend relent into the idea of picking a dress.
With an exasperated sigh, Galinda sat on her bed and pouted for what seemed the fifth time in half an hour. All of a sudden, her eyes widened, and a broad smile splayed across her features announcing that she had come with an idea; a great idea. She hastily went inside her closet and drew one of the many black sacks which appeared to contain yet another one of her attires. But, to Elphaba's surprise, it wasn't just any outfit.
"Purple," Galinda said, convinced. Yes, to everyone's surprise, Galinda possessed a dress that wasn't pink, for a change. It was probably one of her most hidden and private secrets; it wouldn't surprise Elphaba that not even her closest friend knew about this dress. "Purple," Galinda repeated as Elphaba gaped at the dress. The blond made as if to tell her friend to go try it on, and she did. When she came out with the dress on, she looked stunning; the dark violet with a hint of purple sparkles clung to her almost flat body with a flattering effect of waves and movement. It concealed her lack of curves, but highlighted her exotic, appealing emerald color of a skin in a beautiful way. This was her dress.
"Purple," Galinda whispered, offering a solution and looking back at her friend, who was staring at the reflection on the mirror.
For the first time, Elphie felt kind of pretty. Purple would be the color she would remember as trustful, caring and kind.
A/N: I don't know what to make of this one, really. But I would appreciate some comments. Thanxs!
