Alex stood on the dias in front of the tri-fold mirror. Behind her was Monica and Sasche. Alex had called Jake to let him know that Frank had wanted him into the nest as soon as possible to work on some details of the Embassy Ball. The three of them made a girl party out of their shopping. Dinner was on the plan after the shopping.
Monica had her eyes on a silver sheath dress that slit up one side clear to her hip. Alex was, at the moment, in a fire engine red matte satin skirt with a stretch knit top sewn with thousands of tiny seed beads.
"I don't know guys. I just don't think it's me." She was trying to turn around and see what it looked like from behind.
"It's perfect Alex."
"Let me see." Sasche stepped up onto the dias and plucked at it in several places before frowning. "No. Too cheesey. This reminds me of a prom dress. You want to stick with red, or something else?"
"You know, I'm about to give it up and go in a pair of jeans." She groused and blew her bangs out of her eyes.
Sasche chuckled and stepped back. "Let me see here." She wandered off through the racks of dresses while the saleswoman watched her quietly. Alex and Monica couldn't help but discuss Sasche while she was gone.
"THAT's his sister?" Monica stepped up onto the dias and got close enough to Alex that her voice wasn't heard.
"Yeah. And that's the girl Jake was out with last night. The one who caused him to be late to briefing yesterday."
"You're joking! Oh man, Frank is gonna flip when he hears about this." She kept eyeing the silver dress.
"Frank's gonna flip when he hears about what?" Sasche looked up from the scarlet red floor length dress with cut sheer panels that ran from one shoulder diagonally across the chest, then from the waist across diagonally to the opposite hip. Edging the sheer panels were red and gold seed beads.
Alex's eyes got huge as Monica ooooo'd her approval. Sasche let it slip off of her arm and hang to the floor. As the hem drifted down, Alex could see the side seam slits that ran up to her thighs.
"No way, there's no where to put my gun!"
"Gun?" Sasche was confused. "Why would you need a gun for a formal dinner?"
Alex and Monica looked at each other. She didn't know what the reception was for? "Nevermind, I... uhm, had a brainfart." Alex smiled and took the dress. "Let me see if it fits. I don't think I'll need to have a gun at this gala."
Sasche found herself confused even more as Alex disappeared and left Monica peering at her intently.
"What?
"What are you going to wear?"
"Oh, I hadn't even thought about it. I don't even have any idea what to start with."
"With your hair, I'd say green for you. How serious are you about Jake?"
Sasche started to say something when Alex threw open the door to the dressing room. "SASCHE!!
Sasche jumped back. "I DIDN'T DO IT!!"
"Yes you did! I love it!! Monica, this is the one!!"
Monica grinned. "Now it's Sasha's turn."
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Monica had her eyes on a silver sheath dress that slit up one side clear to her hip. Alex was, at the moment, in a fire engine red matte satin skirt with a stretch knit top sewn with thousands of tiny seed beads.
"I don't know guys. I just don't think it's me." She was trying to turn around and see what it looked like from behind.
"It's perfect Alex."
"Let me see." Sasche stepped up onto the dias and plucked at it in several places before frowning. "No. Too cheesey. This reminds me of a prom dress. You want to stick with red, or something else?"
"You know, I'm about to give it up and go in a pair of jeans." She groused and blew her bangs out of her eyes.
Sasche chuckled and stepped back. "Let me see here." She wandered off through the racks of dresses while the saleswoman watched her quietly. Alex and Monica couldn't help but discuss Sasche while she was gone.
"THAT's his sister?" Monica stepped up onto the dias and got close enough to Alex that her voice wasn't heard.
"Yeah. And that's the girl Jake was out with last night. The one who caused him to be late to briefing yesterday."
"You're joking! Oh man, Frank is gonna flip when he hears about this." She kept eyeing the silver dress.
"Frank's gonna flip when he hears about what?" Sasche looked up from the scarlet red floor length dress with cut sheer panels that ran from one shoulder diagonally across the chest, then from the waist across diagonally to the opposite hip. Edging the sheer panels were red and gold seed beads.
Alex's eyes got huge as Monica ooooo'd her approval. Sasche let it slip off of her arm and hang to the floor. As the hem drifted down, Alex could see the side seam slits that ran up to her thighs.
"No way, there's no where to put my gun!"
"Gun?" Sasche was confused. "Why would you need a gun for a formal dinner?"
Alex and Monica looked at each other. She didn't know what the reception was for? "Nevermind, I... uhm, had a brainfart." Alex smiled and took the dress. "Let me see if it fits. I don't think I'll need to have a gun at this gala."
Sasche found herself confused even more as Alex disappeared and left Monica peering at her intently.
"What?
"What are you going to wear?"
"Oh, I hadn't even thought about it. I don't even have any idea what to start with."
"With your hair, I'd say green for you. How serious are you about Jake?"
Sasche started to say something when Alex threw open the door to the dressing room. "SASCHE!!
Sasche jumped back. "I DIDN'T DO IT!!"
"Yes you did! I love it!! Monica, this is the one!!"
Monica grinned. "Now it's Sasha's turn."
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