At the mall, Emily was helping Anessa pick a dress for her date with Tristan. A red dress landed on her face and she sighed, "It's just one night, why do you need so many dresses?"
"There's nothing called too many dresses, Emily," Anessa told her as she continued to search through the racks of clothing. "I like having options."
"How about this one?" she asked Emily as she pressed a sparkly dress to her body.
"No, you'll look like a disco ball."
Anessa took up dress after dress, but Emily found a flaw and had a problem with all of them. Anessa pouted, "Come on, you haven't liked a single dress."
Emily looked around and her face lit up when she saw a black cold-shoulder lace-trimmed strappy midi dress. She pointed at it, "Now that's perfect."
Anessa looked in the direction where she was pointing, "Wow, it is perfect, but I think someone already has it."
"So? We'll just take it from them," Emily told her with a straight face.
