"Emma," I whined as I found myself getting dragged out of the room.
Taking a seat in Emma's car, reality hit me. Nathaniel Smit was asking me out on a date. Me, Lillian Brown, the girl who was considered a nerd.
The girl wore braces, glasses, and big tails, during elementary.
I entered the mall, overwhelmed by all the options there were. Analyzing my body, a wild expression appeared on her face.
"Red," she murmured to herself. "The color that shall bring any man to their demise."
I groaned at her words as we entered a shop filled with magnificent dresses. The types of dresses that I could only dream of wearing.
It was heaven.
As Emma eagerly looked around the store. I quietly sat down to watch her. She seemed more excited about this date than me. Staring around as doubt stared feeling me, hope started disappearing.
I snapped out of my thought, seeing Emma run towards me with nine dresses in hand.
"Get ready to change, girl, because we ain't leaving this place until I turn you into a princess," she said, pushing me into a stall.
Dress after dresses, no's after no's. A beaming smile appeared on her face.
Exiting the stall with a cowl-necked velvety red dress, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, but at the same time, I felt beautiful.
"We're buying this one," sprouted Emma, heading towards the counter.
"Don't you think... it is a little," I murmured, unable to finish my sentence.
"Revealing," she said, finishing my thoughts. "Think of this as your first day as a badass."
"I've always been one," I replied, teasing Emma.
"You can't even say the word without feeling guilt, sweetheart," she responded, a stunned expression on her face.
Suddenly snapping out of her childish mentality, Emma's face changed.
"How much time do we have," she asked.
"About an hour," I replied. "But that's still enough time for pizza."
"Fair point. Let's go," replied Emma.
After about Thirty minutes, reality started kicking in. We only had an hour left until it was time for Nathaniel to come, but we were here stuffing our mouths with pizza.
"We have an hour left, Emma," I murmured, unable to make my words stuffed from the pizza.
Hearing my words, we ran out of the mall heading back to the dormitory.
Buckling in and heading back, an abrupt thought entered my mind.
"What about the shoes, Emma," I asked.
"What did the shoes do," she asked, confused by my question.
"We didn't buy shoes, Em," I yelled.
"SHIT," she said, abruptly stopping in the middle of the road. "It's too late for a U-turn now. We'll ask one of the girls to loan you a pair of shoes."
Stumbling to make our way inside the dormitory, I quickly hopped into the showers removing any trace of pizza, sweat, and worry.
As I came back inside the room, I saw a pair of clear, chunky, platformed heels sitting on the bed.
"Got 'em secured," I asked, removing the towel from my hair.
"Got 'em," she said, taking a look at me. "I don't think an hour is enough, sweetheart. We got a lot to do."
All I remembered from the process were a few screams and mistakes here and there, but we made it out alive what matters right?
Stunned by my figure in the mirror, I didn't know my beauty. My hair had never seemed so pretty, lips never so plumped, and eyes never so charming.
"I look so pretty," I replied, emotion overtaking me.
"Don't start crying girl," quickly said Emma, grabbing a napkin. "Starting crying when he asks you to be his girlfriend."