Here's the 3rd chapter! I know. I lied. This chapter isn't shorter the the rest. In fact, it's longer. I combined chapter 3 and 4, because they actually both had to do with dresses. =D Enjoy!

Tomoy, Sakura, and the Bridesmaid's Dress

"Tomoyo," Sakura whined, "Do I have to wear this?"

She was holding a white sleeveless dress at arms length. Vines of pink blossom graced the bottom, and a long cut ran up the right side.

"Please?" Tomoyo begged, "Try it on!"

Definitely not taking no for an answer, Tomoyo shoved her into a closet, and locked the door. Now she has to try on the dress. I know it will fit her perfectly though, after all, I took measurements of her last night during the sleepover. Sakura fell asleep quite quickly. Tomoyo giggled at the memory. Sakura sprawled out on the bed while Tomoyo had her measuring tape out.

Bam. Thud. Bam. Thud. "let me out!" Sakura screamed, kicking and punching the door. "I don't want to wear this dress! It's too… too… it's too much like a wedding dress! Or a bridesmaids dress, anyway." She was correct. The dress indeed looked like a cross between a summer dress and a bridesmaid's dress. (A/N: Good guess winterkaguya…except I have a feeling that you were just kidding around.)

"No it doesn't. A bridesmaid's dress for you would have more pink and more frills." Tomoyo stated matter-of-factly, "Just put it on."

"But…" Sakura's voice lowered, "I don't think I can fit into a sleeveless dress. I've never worn on before."

Tomoyo smiled understandingly. "You're not that flat-chested, Sakura." she encouraged, "And besides, I already fitted it so it should fit you perfectly!"

Sakura could be heard grumbling from the other side as she slipped into the dress. Tomoyo unlocked the door and gasped.

"Look at yourself! Most girls can never pull off wearing a tight fitting white dresss! Ever wondered why most dresses are ivory? But look at you! It accentuates your every curve!" she gushed.

Sakura looked in the mirror. The slit on the dress showed off her long legs, and the top only revealed a little bit. Tomoyo must have remembered that I like to dress conservatively. The dress hugged her small waist, and continued to flow down her legs like a water fall. When she walked, ripples formed on the dress. She had to admit, she looked really good. The dress was perfect! But apparently, it wasn't perfect to Tomoyo. She ran around Sakura adding marks all over the dress.

"Maybe some sequins here, here, and here. Or perhaps some more flowers around here…" she murmured to herself. "Nothing less than perfect for my dear Sakura!" she sang when she was finished.

"Tomoyo." Sakura warned flatly, "I will only wear this once. And then you're going to keep it."

Tomoyo nodded reluctantly. Anything to get her to wear the dress. A thought struck her, and her face lifted into an expression of excitement. "But I get to do your make up and put jewelry on you!"

Sakura marched back into the closet after sending a glare in Tomoyo's direction. She emerged with the dress casually slung over an arm. "Here you go!" she said, backing out the door, tossing the dress to Tomoyo. "See you!" Sakura continued to rush out the door before Tomoyo could dress her up further.

"Hmmm… too bad Syaoran didn't ask her yet. I need to see if this dress fits her!" Tomoyo sighed disappointedly. She was holding a slightly more casual dress in her hands. Then, she hurried over to the many racks of jewelry, slowly looking at every piece, deciding what Sakura was going to wear. Finally minimizing her choices down to a couple different necklaces, earrings, and bracelets, she placed them in a box, and put it on her bed for later decisions. She then carefully laid the dress out on her table, and set to work adding sequins, sparkles, and flowers, all over the dress. She's definitely going to outshine Stacey!"

Tomoyo, Stacey, and the Very Short Dress

"Tomoyo, darling!" a prissy voice called. "I need a dress for the contest!"

Tomoyo looked up, annoyed. She was reading a book in the school library when Stacey entered. "Stacey. Come to my house if you want a dress. Not the school library." she retorted. Worried that Stacey might disturb the peace, she got up, and led Stacey to her home, which was half a mile away from the school.

"Tomoyo! Why don't I just get my chauffeur to drive us?" Stacey complained. "Your house is so far away! And I'm wearing high heels too!"

"Your problem. I was about to get my chauffeur too, but I didn't want you to be seated in my car."

What is Tomoyo talking about? She doesn't have a chauffeur. I'm the richest girl in school! That's why I'm so popular. But she hangs out with that brat, Kinomoto, and my Syaoran, so she must be not as rich as me. But I could barely afford a chauffeur! How could Tomoyo- Stacey got cut off as her eyes were laid on the castle before them.

"Here we are!" Tomoyo grinned, seeing the look on her face. "You know, just because I'm filthy rich doesn't mean I want to step all over people."

Stacey just wordlessly followed Tomoyo, gaping at the house that was twice as big as hers. There must be something wrong with this girl if she's richer than I am, but isn't trying to be in my group! she concluded.

Leading Stacey down a path, she opened a door to an average sized house. In fact, from the outside, it appeared to be a normal house.

"Aren't we trespassing?" Stacey asked.

"Uhh… This is my private house. You know, for my dresses. My mom bought it for me after I made 50 dresses." she replied, snorting at the surprise written on her face.

Once inside, dresses were pinned to the wall, on racks, and even folded up in neat piles. "So what kind of dress would you like?" Tomoyo asked, businesslike.

Stacey smirked as she described a dress to Tomoyo. With a nod, she went into another room, and came back with 10 dresses that fit her criteria. "Your choice." she stated.

After trying each one on, and sending pictures of herself to her friends, she finally picked a green mini dress. It was very revealing. Also sleeveless like Sakura's, and ending an inch below her butt, it showed off her figure- and a lot of her skin. Although she looks a bit like a slut, she looks hot. Tomoyo admitted. Wow. My dresses must be really good if they can make her look good.

"$150" Tomoyo said.

"What? For this piece of crap?" Stacey cried, pointing at the dress. "I should get it for free! After everyone at school sees that I went to you for a dress, they all will too!"

"Take it or leave it." Tomoyo replied with a straight face. "If you think it's a piece of crap, then leave it. I'm sure one of my other clients would love it."

Stacey groaned as she threw 50 dollar bills at her. "Fine." She stomped out the door, but came back in a couple seconds. "Umm… I don't know the way out." she said reluctantly, her face red.

"Hey, William, can you come to my dress house?" Tomoyo talked into her phone. A moment later, a man dressed in a T-shirt and jeans came parking in front of the house in a golf cart.

"Did you need me, my lady?" he asked, slightly bowing.

Stacey gaped.

"Willy, I told you to call me Tomoyo! Just because you work for me doesn't make you under me." Tomoyo explained. "I just need you to escort this brat home. And tell Robert to drive her home in the small limo. I don't need her to touch my limo." Turning to Stacey, who looked peeved, she continued, "And Stacey, Robert is my chauffeur."

With that, Stacy was swung over William's shoulder, and carried out to the small limo. Tomoyo grinned to herself. She hated showing off how rich she was, but that time, it felt good. As soon as Stacey was off her property, she burst into laughter, looking at the three 50 dollar bills. "It only cost $60 to make that dress. It definitely didn't need that much cloth."

She walked back into the house, and looked at all the pictures that she had taken. The other 8 contestants had already visited her, and picked out a dress. She gave it to them for 5 bucks, her usual price. She had no need for money, but over-charging Stacey was too tempting to pass.

Laying out the pictures on the desk, she looked at the girls, decided who would probably be the lucky girl to make it to Round 4. Stacey automatically went to Round 4, and so did Sakura. And I'm pretty sure I know who's gonna get picked, when she reveals herself. Tomoyo mulled, eyeing a certain red eyed girl.

Robert and William showed up at her door, reporting their duty. She gave them both each a $75 tip, "Thanks for putting up with her!"

So, please RxR! Feel free to give me suggestions via reviewing or PMing. I only have the basic plot, so suggestions are definately welcome. Taking my poll is also very welcome. Thank you to the one person who actually took it! (I voted twice because I was trying to figure out out it works)

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