"Thanks, Cassie. This means a lot to me." Chloe said as a older woman
clipped her hair tightly into place.
"Oh, honey, as clichéd as this sounds, you're like the daughter I never had going to the prom I never went too." She replied as Chloe turned and examined herself in her taffeta gown.
"So you're living vivaciously through me?" Chloe asked as she threw her chap stick into her purse.
"Pretty much. But I'm also rooting that this Whitney can sweep you off your feet---because I know you'll blow his socks off in that dress!" Cassie retorted as she followed Chloe into her living room.
"Whitney's going to be here soon." Chloe stated, staring at her immobile front door.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"I feel nervous. I guess I just really hope I don't get my period in this thing."
"Or maybe you might like Whitney?"
"That's what I was thinking awhile after I accepted, you know---" Chloe paused to sit down, being careful not to mess up her dress. "I think it's more the feeling of being asked, and getting all pretty---but hey, he IS a Marine. I'm a sucker for men in uniform."
"And if he doesn't work out, the half of the rest of them will be in uniform, will they not?" Cassie reassured Chloe.
"Right---" Chloe replied as a knock sounded on her door. Cassie grinned as Chloe closed her eyes, gathering all her strength to make it through this evening---the shoes Cassie picked out were killers.
Chloe opened her eyes, grinned back, and teetered to the door. She flung it open to find Whitney Fordman in all his glory.
Chloe's grin grew a little as Whitney grinned and grabbed her into a hug, knocking off her balance. He scrambled to catch her as she began to fall, succeeding with pizzazz.
"Those are HUGE shoes, Chloe," Whitney replied, easily amused and showing it. "And the dress is beautiful---but so---not you---" Whitney finished.
"Blame HER!" Chloe mock-whined, pointing to Cassie who feigned shock, then made her way over to Whitney.
"I'm Cassie. I work with Chloe, and I am also her suppressed stylist, so you can thank me when she wows all your Marine buddies." Cassie introduced herself, extending her hand.
"Somehow, I can see how you two became friends." Whitney replied, shaking her hand firmly. "But Chloe does look wonderful---" Whitney said, wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders. "Nicely done, Cassie."
"I've got to grab my wrap and then we can hit it." Chloe replied, secretly hoping Cassie would get the hint she was sending her telepathically. Unfortunately, Whitney intercepted her thought.
"Cassie, I think she wants to converse with you in the other room." Whitney grinned. Chloe's mouth opened slightly and Whitney laughed again, a cavernous and rumbling laugh.
"I could back out now, you know." Chloe said in reply to Whitney's cockiness.
"C'mon, Chloe let me help you find your wrap." Cassie interrupted, trying to fend off Chloe's instant defense mechanism---rudeness.
"It's ok, Cassie. I know she only does it because she loves me."
Cassie winced, hoping Whitney knew the verbal lashing he was about to get.
"I hate you, but you know me so well." Chloe replied, smiling and completely flooring Cassie, who followed the yellow haze into her bedroom, shocked at the affect this man had on Chloe's snarkiness.
-end part three
"Oh, honey, as clichéd as this sounds, you're like the daughter I never had going to the prom I never went too." She replied as Chloe turned and examined herself in her taffeta gown.
"So you're living vivaciously through me?" Chloe asked as she threw her chap stick into her purse.
"Pretty much. But I'm also rooting that this Whitney can sweep you off your feet---because I know you'll blow his socks off in that dress!" Cassie retorted as she followed Chloe into her living room.
"Whitney's going to be here soon." Chloe stated, staring at her immobile front door.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"I feel nervous. I guess I just really hope I don't get my period in this thing."
"Or maybe you might like Whitney?"
"That's what I was thinking awhile after I accepted, you know---" Chloe paused to sit down, being careful not to mess up her dress. "I think it's more the feeling of being asked, and getting all pretty---but hey, he IS a Marine. I'm a sucker for men in uniform."
"And if he doesn't work out, the half of the rest of them will be in uniform, will they not?" Cassie reassured Chloe.
"Right---" Chloe replied as a knock sounded on her door. Cassie grinned as Chloe closed her eyes, gathering all her strength to make it through this evening---the shoes Cassie picked out were killers.
Chloe opened her eyes, grinned back, and teetered to the door. She flung it open to find Whitney Fordman in all his glory.
Chloe's grin grew a little as Whitney grinned and grabbed her into a hug, knocking off her balance. He scrambled to catch her as she began to fall, succeeding with pizzazz.
"Those are HUGE shoes, Chloe," Whitney replied, easily amused and showing it. "And the dress is beautiful---but so---not you---" Whitney finished.
"Blame HER!" Chloe mock-whined, pointing to Cassie who feigned shock, then made her way over to Whitney.
"I'm Cassie. I work with Chloe, and I am also her suppressed stylist, so you can thank me when she wows all your Marine buddies." Cassie introduced herself, extending her hand.
"Somehow, I can see how you two became friends." Whitney replied, shaking her hand firmly. "But Chloe does look wonderful---" Whitney said, wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders. "Nicely done, Cassie."
"I've got to grab my wrap and then we can hit it." Chloe replied, secretly hoping Cassie would get the hint she was sending her telepathically. Unfortunately, Whitney intercepted her thought.
"Cassie, I think she wants to converse with you in the other room." Whitney grinned. Chloe's mouth opened slightly and Whitney laughed again, a cavernous and rumbling laugh.
"I could back out now, you know." Chloe said in reply to Whitney's cockiness.
"C'mon, Chloe let me help you find your wrap." Cassie interrupted, trying to fend off Chloe's instant defense mechanism---rudeness.
"It's ok, Cassie. I know she only does it because she loves me."
Cassie winced, hoping Whitney knew the verbal lashing he was about to get.
"I hate you, but you know me so well." Chloe replied, smiling and completely flooring Cassie, who followed the yellow haze into her bedroom, shocked at the affect this man had on Chloe's snarkiness.
-end part three