A Prom to Remember by Sandy Hall

Author:Sandy Hall
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

Henry showed it to Paisley. “Oh yeah, she hates you.”

“You know, I think I’m actually okay with that. I’m just so relieved. I can feel my ulcer going away already.”

“It doesn’t work like that, but whatever you need to tell yourself to get through the day,” Paisley said, patting him on the head.

“Thanks, Paisley. This was really excellent.”

She burped. “That meant you’re welcome. In case you couldn’t tell.”

Chapter 18

Paisley

Paisley wandered around the prom dress section of Macy’s searching not for the perfect dress but for any old dress that she didn’t absolutely hate. She hated a lot of dresses, so this was a challenge.

Most of them were too short or too long, too puffy or too flat. She wasn’t supermodel tall, and she did not have the boobs for a lot of the styles. And why was it too much to hope to find a dress with pockets? She’d be so much more comfortable through the whole evening if she had somewhere to stick her hands when she didn’t know what to do with them.

“How do I let him talk me into these things?” she muttered as she circled another rack. The only good news was that most of the dresses weren’t too expensive, even though she hated the idea of spending any of her hard-earned Hot Potato money on a dress she’d only wear once.

Her mom had offered to give her money for it, but it felt wrong. Paisley had gotten herself into this mess; she didn’t need a bailout from her mom.

She was well aware that if she hadn’t accidentally nominated Henry for prom king neither of them would have to go to the prom.

This dress was her penance.

She grabbed a black spaghetti strap number in a heavy satin with a peacock feather print across the front in whites and blues. She didn’t love it, but it had pockets, which after more thought had started to feel essential. Far more important than liking anything else about the dress.

In the fitting room, she stared at herself in the mirror, sticking her hands in the pockets and posing casually in one direction and then turning to pose casually in the other direction.

It honestly wasn’t so bad. She looked pale but not sickly in the dark, rich fabric, and it came in at the waist, making her feel feminine and a little bit flirty, even if she wasn’t a flirt.

She couldn’t resist giving a spin in the mirror, ignoring the goldfish-printed socks on her feet that totally ruined the look.

At sixty-eight dollars it was too good to pass up. Especially since she’d been willing to spend a hundred if she had to. She might even be able to wear this to her cousin’s wedding next fall.

There was a knock on her dressing room door just as she started another round of twirling.

“Do you need anything? Anything I could help with?” the saleswoman asked.

“No, I’m fine, thank you,” Paisley called back, feeling exposed. She quickly slid off the dress and put her Hot Potato uniform back on.

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