That week, Flora moped.
Sky had left the moment he and Bloom broke up, while Musa had left on Wednesday. The girls had thrown a going away party in her honor, and she graced them with a song that she would be performing on stage in the coming year. Flora always got goose bumps whenever she heard Musa's voice; it was so pure and full of emotion.
Afterwards, they hugged for a very long time until Musa was forced to board the last bus for Magix, where she would meet up with her agent and begin the tour. Musa sat waving from the backseat as she drove out of their lives.
Helia and Flora hadn't spoken since their breakup.
On Friday afternoon, Stella walked up to Flora in the quad.
"So what are you wearing tonight?" she asked.
"What?" questioned a befuddled Flora.
"To the café—don't worry, I didn't invite Helia" she said quickly.
"What are you talking about?" Flora was wondering what was going on.
"Don't you remember our plans tonight? We're meeting the guys at Café Petite in downtown Magix. I thought Bloom told you…."
Flora looked dazed; no one had told her any plans for tonight. She didn't particularly want to go out, but thought it would be worse if she sat here moping.
"She probably just forgot; after all, she's had a lot on her mind lately" said Flora, defending her friend.
"Yeah, that must have been it. Anyways, do you need any help choosing what to wear?" Questioned Stella, a hopeful smile spreading across her face.
I should let her have her fun thought Flora to herself.
"Yes, actually" she replied "I have no idea what to wear, since this is so last minute. Will you pick out something for me?"
"Oh course I will!" she exclaimed, and half dragged Flora to her closet, where she attacked the clothes like a maniac—throwing clothes behind her faster than a sales clerk, trying to decide what would complement Flora the best.
She eventually decided on a pair of dark-wash jeans, and a silky black tank top which ended right at Flora's bellybutton. She had also picked out a pair of strappy, silver heels, (Stella had originally wanted Flora to wear some 4 inch stilettos, but when Flora refused, she picked out something with a slightly shorter heel [aka 2 whole inches). Once she was fully dressed, Stella looked at her work.
"You look gorgeous!" Stella exclaimed at her "this is one of my better works, definitely."
Flora gazed shyly at herself in the mirror; she had to admit, Stella had a real talent for making even the plainest girl look like a superstar. She must have said this out loud, because the next second Stella was telling her "Flora, you are as far from plain as someone can get! You look good without even trying, and let me tell you, that is a real talent!" Flora was about to protest, but Stella cut her off "All you need is a little confidence; if you have that then you'll be the next big socialite!"
Flora decided it was pointless to argue with her. Stella started to say something, when they both heard the door open. Flora heard Bloom's voice say "Hey guys. How do I look?"
She glanced up, and her mouth nearly hit the ground—Bloom was dressed in the most revealing outfit she had ever seen. She was wearing a blood red, what seemed like a strapless bikini top; along with this she was wearing a denim skirt that must have literally been 3 inches long.
Her eyes were dark with a little too much eyeliner, and she had sparkly eye shadow that reflected the dim light from inside the room. Stella looked her over, and eventually stated her consensus. "You look hot, Bloom; although a bit trampy—here, put on this jacket, it will add a sophisticated class to you outfit." Bloom put on the jacket without a word, then said "hey, can I wear those stilettos over there?"
These were the same stilettos that Flora had deemed to high to wear herself. "Sure" said Stella, handing them to her. Now it was Stella's turn.
Bloom and Flora waited for Stella to get ready—she eventually came out wearing a green tube-top with a denim jacket over it, and some light-wash jeans. Flora admired Stella's style, wishing she had the same eye for fashion as her. They met up with Techna who also looked sleek and cool (Layla wasn't coming because she had gotten sick earlier this week—nothing serious, just a cold with a fever, and was in the hospital wing at the moment).
Together, they headed to Café Petite in Magix.