At the Mall. Oona POV:
We went to go buy the boys' presents. Deema bought Goby some Beats Headphones and Molly got Gil a Batman snapback. Me? I bought "The Perks of being a Wallflower" book. I had a feeling that Nonny just might like it.
Then, we went off to find some dresses. But then, we saw Goby, Gil, and Nonny walking to the boy's formal wear.
Deema, Molly, and I looked at each other. Change of plans.
We followed the boys, pulled our hoodies over our heads, and went hiding behind some clothing racks. We couldn't make out what they were saying but we were able to get a good laugh when we saw how much they were struggling to find some nice clothes that weren't too dressy.
The thing about having a good laugh is that you may forget that you're supposed to be hiding. It also doesn't help when you accidentally knock over the clothing rack and it draws attention to you.
We saw the look over to us, so we quickly picked up the clothing rack and went off running to find dresses.
Nonny POV:
"Was that Molly, Deema, and Oona?" I asked.
"Maybe not." said Goby with a shrug.
"I could've sworn that I just saw pink hair." said Gil.
"Let's go follow them?" I suggested.
"Sure." they said in unison.
We went off and followed them, making sure that they didn't see us or the presents.
We followed them to a dress store and hid behind a clothing rack. The store manager seemed to figure what we were doing and decided to let us hide behind the counter.
We saw Molly and Deema step out of the dressing rooms wearing some very nice dresses. Wait. Where's Oona?
"Oona" we heard Molly call out. "Come on. We wanna see your dress!"
"But I look weird. I always look weird in a dress." said Oona.
"Just get out of the dressing room!" Deema exclaimed.
"Fine!" said Oona, giving in to her friends.
She stepped out of the dressing room and I was amazed. She was stunning in the white dress she wore. How can she ever think that she looks weird?
"Oona!" Deema and Molly gasped. "You look like a simpler version of a bride!"
She blushed and covered her face with her hands and said, "But what am I gonna do about my scars?"
"Wear tights." said Deema. "Preferably white. I guess you can wear a sweater to cover your arms."
Oona was quiet for a moment and then shook her head. "No. I'll wear tights since it's cold. So what, if I get made fun of? It's not their problem!"
I was silently cheering her on inside of my mind. Then, she accidentally saw us.
She was pointing at the counter and then we ran for our lives out the store.
Lol. I feel like I would accidentally knock over a clothing rack when I'm spying on someone.