I stormed out of the dressing room, humiliated.
"Bravo!" Fleur clapped her hands, sitting down on a sofa she had specially asked Sir Gradral to move in front of the dressing room because apparently, he was 'a grand hunk of a man'. "Bravo! It is wonderful."
"Fleur, please. I look awful."
She nodded. "The dress is wonderful," she said, gesturing towards the skirt. "But not on you. Babita, it is not for you. Try on the other one."
Sighing, I went back to the dressing room and slipped off the bodice after I had cautiously closed the door. This dress had actually been quite to my liking. It was yellow and had white and orange gems embedded on the front in a symmetrical pattern. The skirt was plain but layered with tulle and white, detailed lace. The dress itself was gorgeous but Fleur was right, it wasn't for me. My purple hair didn't go well along with the warm undertones of the dress and altogether, it was just a disaster.
