With the help of a stylist, Bella and Scarlett were looking for the perfect dressing for the wedding. Dresses were thrown throughout the room making the place look like her closet had exploded. Scarlett has the worst taste in clothing and Bella had already talked her out of three dresses already.
"What do you think of this one, Bella?"
"Scarlett, girl... just... no. I love you and all, but you have two styles and neither of them good. Trashy stripper wear or granny's old musty closet. Let's try something in the middle, shall we? How about this? I think it would look great on you. You have a great figure for it," she asked, holding at pretty off the shoulder dress.
"That's pretty," Scarlett laughed at her friend's comment. "You really think my style is that bad? I thought I was pretty fashion forward."
