Chapter Seven: Not Just Dresses
Two Days Later...
..."Sandy, I swear. You have to see this sketch...You're going to look so beautiful!" Pashmina gushed enthusiastically.
"Alright. I'll look at it when she's out with Maxy, k? I have to go. Love ya, Pashy."
"See you around, girlfriend."
Click.
-.-.-.
That Afternoon...
"Sandy! We're going!" Maxwell called from downstairs.
"Wait!" Sandy yelled from their room. She ran downstairs and to the front door where the duo stood. Wrapping her arms around Maxwell's neck, she pecked her fiancée on the lips. "Have fun. Be careful."
"We will! Let's go, Max!" Candace said eagerly, tugging on his jacket. He and Sandy laughed.
"Bye!"
-.-.-.
Sandy waited for an extra five minutes just in case they came back for something they forgot. But, as soon as she thought the coast was clear, she went upstairs and crept into Candace's room.
'Good, she forgot her bag... Oh crows! She forgot her bag! I better hurry up,' Sandy thought.
She quickly pulled out the sketch pad and turned to the first page. There was a sketch of a vase with dead roses. This struck Sandy as odd. But, then again, this was Candace's private property and as a good friend, she shouldn't be snooping around in it. She quickly skipped ahead and went to the page with a dress on it. It looked like it belonged to a flower girl... It was Penelope's.
The dress was small and was trimmed with lace all over. There were matching yellow gloves and a sash.
'Aww...' Sandy smiled. She went to the next page.
Bijou and Pashmina's dresses were going to be identical, so Candace only drew one pattern. The dresses would be a bit bell-shaped and lined with glittery lace at the collar, bottom, and sleeves.
'So neat...' She flipped ahead a few pages where hers was, after seeing other sketches of butterflies, skateboards, logos, cars, lighthouses, guitars, oceans, and sunsets. She gasped and began to cry at seeing her own dress..
Sandy sat on Candace's bed for a few moments to catch her breath.
'She's so cool...!' Sandy, wanting to see more of Candace's artwork, flipped to the next page. What she saw next both horrified and excited her.
'Oh my gosh! That looks exactly like-'
"Sandy...?" Sandy jumped.
"Candace!"
"I thought you wanted to be surprised..."
"I did!... Until Pashy called and told me about the dress...What's this about?" She pointed at the page she was on, putting Candace in the hot seat.
Candace froze and blushed a little.
"What do you mean? It's just a sketch..."
"Do you like my brother?"
"WHAT! No! I mean, I do as a friend..."
"You like him, don't you?" Sandy pressed.
"No I don't... Sandy, please stop." Candace teared up.
"Aww... I'm sorry, Candace..." Sandy wrapped an arm around her. "It's beautiful. All your sketches are... But, can I ask something?" Candace weakly nodded. "Why'd you choose to draw Stan?"
"Candace, are you coming?" Maxwell called.
"I'll be there in a sec, Max!" Candace hollered. "... I don't really know. Something about him made me want to draw that day. But, we're just friends, okay?" she answered.
"Good," Sandy said. Candace left with her bag. 'Good?'
-.-.-.
"I'm here, Max."
"Alright. Let's go."
The two walked out the door. Maxwell noticed Candace's troubled frown.
"Are you up to this? We don't have to go if you aren't feeling well..."
Candace put her acting skills to use. She smiled and said, "Max, you worry too much. Of course I'm okay!" She grabbed his paw and skipped off, dragging him behind with her. They laughed.
