A/N: Two days into school and I've already got piles of homework. Updates will most likely be on the weekend from now on (After school on Friday to Sunday evening). Screw you civics class.

As Angela somewhat prettied herself to go to the tailor's up, she realized meeting Gill in front of the inn might be a bad idea. Chase would be on his lunch break at noon, when he'd usually get some fresh air outside. The two had never gotten along even though they both had a little case of misanthropy going on. To be fair, their jobs were almost equally stressful, and had to be deal with copious amounts of people all day. She shrugged and continued to brush her hair, hoping that they wouldn't fight the next day. Angela had called Julius earlier, who was ecstatic that she had finally taken his advice. The date was in two days, giving her plenty of time to prepare, as well as drive herself crazy worrying. She hadn't talked to Gill face-to-face since the day she confessed. Just thinking about that day made her stomach knot. A bit of dust flew onto her shoes from the gust of her door closing. If she could make it to the tailor's without seeing Gill, her day would be made. With a deep breath, she rounded the corner leading to Waffle Town, where she saw Julius and Candace having a conversation. Candace was obviously doing more listening than talking, though.

"So yeah, Angie called yesterday to tell me that her lover-boy finally asked her out." Julius explained. An inaudible response came from Candace. "I know, right? It took long enough. Anyway, so she said she needs help from me and you on what to wear. Dunno why she needs my help, since you're more than qualified to do it for her." Candace focused her sight on her feet, twiddling her thumbs as they walked. Angela continued to follow them, listening intently. She waited a few minutes after they went inside before she did. It was empty, thank goodness. If it wasn't, she'd have turned on her heel and ran back home. Her heart stopped when she heard the bell of the door ring. It was Phoebe. Angela didn't talk to her much, but she seemed nice enough.

"Oh, hi Angela! Never expected I'd see you here!" She breezed past her with a smile to check out some dresses. "So, what are you doing here? Are you going on a date or something?"

"Y-yeah. With…" She pointed at the wall. Past it was the Town Hall. Phoebe didn't seem to understand. Heck, nobody would understand.

"Words, Angela, words." Angela fidgeted at her response, and leaned in close to whisper in the green haired adventurer's ear.

"Gill. Y'know, the one in Town Hall? I'm going with that guy. Are you going on a date?" The fidgeting shifted to Phoebe. She already knew that it had something to do with Calvin. They had been dating for a while, however. Angela had never seen her look so nervous. Usually, Phoebe was very bold and willing to take risks. But there she was, nervously browsing through the racks of clothes.

"I'm going to have dinner at Calvin's house." She whispered. "We've always gone to the bar to eat dinner and have a drink or two, but I think it's different this time. I wonder if he's going to… No, that would be impossible. Hey, Candace, do you know what color I should wear?" Angela smiled, more than confident that Calvin was going to propose to her. No guy invites someone to a private dinner just to eat and then go home. She wondered how he would ask her. With a ring made out of ore that he found himself? Her dreamy expression from imagining the two scavengers getting married faded as she frowned in jealousy. If only that would happen to her someday. A thought of her own wedding popped into her mind, which she quickly shooed away.

Gill wasn't romantic in the least; no way would he ever propose to her. It seemed strange to even think about him displaying any sort of lovey-dovey-ness. In fact, the thought made her cringe a bit, or make her feel a bit sick to her stomach. She picked at a calloused finger, suddenly self-conscious. A finger snapped in front of her face, bringing her out of the bizarre daydreams.

"You needed something for your date, right? Is there any look in particular you're going for?" Shelley asked as she approached Angela. Shelley had been somewhat of a grandmother figure to her since she had moved there. They'd eat lunch together, discussing the weather and swapping dessert recipes.

"Uhh… Something tasteful, but nice. Like, I don't want a mini skirt or short-shorts, but I don't want something tacky that would make me into an unfashionable granny. But you're the well-dressed granny on this island, so no offense to you." She quickly covered up her thoughtless comment about looking like an old lady.

"Candace, could you help this lovely girl find an outfit for a date? She wants something tasteful." Candace nodded and scurried over to Angela.

"Well…There are these bubble-hemmed shorts that go down past your fingertips… And a nice floral blouse over here. And… a white cardigan." Angela nodded, not knowing what she was getting into.

For a little over two hours, she tried on outfit after outfit, which were disapproved by Julius or Candace with a roll of the eyes or an apologetic frown. Angela had thought everything she had tried on looked fine, but according to the fashion critics, they weren't good enough. A momentous pile of shortly worn clothes piled up in the dressing room, which had Angela had started to nearly trip over. Finally, finally, finally, an outfit was approved. The clothes in question? The same thing Candace chose for her hours ago.

"Alright, we made great progress today. We'll be over on the morning of the date to do your hair." Julius said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Hoo boy, here comes part two." Angela complained in her mind. Her plan had worked, but at a terrible cost.