Chapter 2
I ended up trying on thousands of different outfits. I went shopping twenty-one times, and then remembered I didn't know if we were going to a fancy restaurant, or a place with a playground. If it was at a playground, of course I would look amazingly hot, but if it was at a restaurant, I would look hotter!
I decided to call him and ask. I grabbed my cell and dialed his number. On the third ring he picked up.
"Hey this is Zane."
"Hi Zane I was wondering,"
"I can't come to the phone right now, so please leave a message after the beep."
"UUUUGGGGHHHH!"
*beep*
"Hey Zane, this is Cait. I have a question about our date tomorrow. Call me back ASAP. Bye." I hung up and sighed. Until he answered he was going to have his phone ringing every 10 seconds.
Luckily he answered on the second try.
"Hey Cait. What's up?"
"Hi Zane. I'm so glad you answered. I have a question about our date tomorrow."
"Ok. Shoot."
"Are we going to a restaurant, or somewhere else?"
"Um, well, you said your favorite style and era was the 50's right?"
"Yea…"
"Dress like you are going to go to a 50's diner. Just don't wear a poodle skirt."
"Ok. Thanks. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and sighed. It was time for me to go to the store again.
* * *
I spent about an hour at the store that night. I looked through every isle and tried on everything I could find. When I got to about the 100th dress I remembered that this was a modern store. I needed to go to a vintage store. I looked at my clock. It's probably a good thing that I have a digital watch or it would probably take me about twenty minutes to read it. It read 7:30 P.M. I only had about two and a half hours to find a vintage store and find a hot vintage 50's dress. This was going to be a challenge.
I ran over to a pay phone and took out all of my quarters. I grabbed the phonebook and dropped it on the ground.
"A-B-C…" I mumbled. I flipped to the C section. "Let's see… Cleaners, Coffee, Counter… Whoops too far. Aha, Costumes!
I started to study the costume page of the phone book and looked at all the ads. I found one that stated,
50's Costumes and Accessories
Do you miss clothing from the 50's?
Then 50's Costumes and Accessories is right for you!
Come down to our store today!
(555) 515-5551
111 N 111 W
Isn't it ironic that that was just what I was looking for? I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number. I pressed it to my ear and listened for someone to pick up.
*Ring!* *Ring!* *Ring!* *Ring!*
"Hello! You've reached 50's Costumes and Accessories! My name is Dani. How may I help you?"
"Hi Dani. My name is Cait. I was wondering if you had any 50's dresses worthy of going out with the hottest guy in the state. I have a date tomorrow and I was wondering if I could come and rent or buy something."
I heard a giggle at the other end. I sighed. I hate it when people don't take me seriously.
"Of course we have 50's dresses! Did you look at the name?" Dani said chuckling. Again, I sighed.
"How late are you going to be open?"
"We stay open until 11:00 pm." Yes!
"Okay. I'll be right over. Thank you."
"No problem"
*click*
I couldn't believe my luck. What are the odds of finding a 50's dress shop right when I needed one? I grabbed my purse off of the ground, shoved my cell phone into it, and ran to my car. I hopped in, clicked on my seat belt, started the car, and started to drive.
* * *
I finally found the costume shop and went inside. I looked at my surroundings.
"This place looks just like a 50's diner!" I whispered to myself. The floor was black and white checkered tile; the waiting chairs right outside the dressing room swiveled and had read leather for the seat. The checkout counter was like a bar and had stools beneath it, and it was painted amazingly.
I stood right in front of the door staring in awe until I heard a crash. It sounded like it was coming from the back room. I swung open the door to find a girl that looked just a bit older than me sitting on the ground with a bucket on her head. I couldn't help but laugh. Usually you see those kinds of things on the TV. The girl took the bucket off of her head a glared at me.
"Can I help you?" She asked in an angry tone.
"Um, yea. I called earlier about the dresses." I replied hesitantly.
"Oh, that was you?" She said as her face got brighter. "Come right this way and we can find something that would suit you.
We walked into a huge room full of formal 50's dresses. I felt like I was in heaven.
"You should be able to find something in the midst of all this." She waved her hand around the room to prove her point.
"Oh boy. This might be a challenge." I said as I looked around the room. I walked over to a rack full of fancy dresses and started searching for the perfect dress for hopefully the best day of my life.