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| Chapter Seventeen | Entry #533836 |
"Red? Are you delusional? I'm not wearing red to prom."
Christian sighed and put the dress back on the rack, where he'd found it. "What's wrong with red?"
Violet leaned against a wall and scanned the dresses for the one she wantd to try on first. They'd only been at the mall for ten minutes, but she'd already seen a dozen that she wanted. "Red isn't my color."
Christian's eyebrows lifted. "I think red would look amazing on you."
Violet glanced sideways at him and smiled. She couldn't resist such a complimeny. "Why, thank you. But I want something like midnight blue or violet. Something dark and silky."
"Red can be dark and silky."
Violet ignored him and walked toward a rack in the middle. She had her eye on a forest green one in the middle. She snatched it up and examined it, Christian peaking over her shoulder. It had spaghetti straps and was low-cut. The was black and scruntched into the middle where a brooch was pinned. She could take the brooch off if she didn't like it. The rest of the dress was dark green and would flow straight to her ankles.
She held it up to her body and turned to Christian. "What do you think?"
Christian looked skeptical. "I think I have to see it on you before I make any opinions."
She grinned and headed for the dressing room. She had never been dress shopping before. The las time she'd gone to any kind of dance, it had been in middle school, and she and Drake had worn jeans.
Violet stared at herself in the mirror when she had the dress on. Her brown hair cascaded over the straps. She had never in her life looked in a mirror and thought, Wow, I'm pretty. But this time, she looked at herself and thought just that.
When she stepped out of the dressin room, she saw Christian lounigng against a wall by the exit. She waved to him and he stared.
When he finally approached her, he said, "I think you look beautiful, but I don't think that's the dress for you."
Violet's smie didn't fade, since she had though the same thing. "Why not?" she asked anyway.
Christian shook his head. "I don't know. It's just not you."
Violet pretended to look disappointed, but then cheerfully disappeared into the dressing rooms. She took off the dress and put it back on the rack. Spotting a deep purple one off in a corner.
As she headed for it, her gaze skimmed other dressed that lined the racks. Her eyes froze on one, just a few dresses away from the purple one she had been heading for. She walked to her new destination and took the dress off the rack. It was a size five. Perfect.
"That's not dark and silky," Christian commented from behind her.
"I know," she breathed. "But it's gorgeous."
She took the dress to the dressing rooms without a backward glance at the pruple one she'd seen earlier.
When she looked at herself in the mirror after changing into it, she knew that this was the dress for her. The pearl pink color of it matched the color of her hair wonderfully. The dress was strapless. It ran down to her waist, then fell out into an A-line skirt that was striped in white, the stripes getting slimmer as they neared the hem.
Violet grinned and walked out of the dressing rooms a second time. This time, Christian was waiting for her at the entrance.
He didn't say anything at first, but then he let out a long breath. "That one's definately you," he said, his eyes running down the length of the dress. You look wonderful."
Once Violet had removed the dress and Christian had payed for it, they went in search for shoes, but Violet found it hard to focus. She suddenly hated the dress, knowing that Christian was using his hard-earned money to pay for it.
"Christian," she started as they headed for the shoe store. "I feel terrible."
Christian stopped walking and looked at her. "Why, what's wrong?"
"This wasn't exactly the cheapest dress in the store and I just feel like I should-"
Christian cut her off. "Violet, stop thinking about how much it cost and who paid for it, okay? Do you like it?"
Violet took a deep breath and looked at her dress, covered in plastic and draped over her arm. "I love it. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen."
Christian sighed. "Then stop thinking about the bad stuff and focus on that."
Violet nodded and they continued on to the shoe store.
"Do you want gloves or jewelry or anything else?" Christian asked as they headed for the mall exit, half an hour later.
Violet scoffed. "Thank you, Christian, but this is too much already."
"You think a dress and shoes is too much?"
Violet nodded, and Christian opened the door to his Jeep so that she could climb in.
"Don't you usually work on the weekends?" he ask her as he started the ignition.
"Yes, but I asked for today off so that I could go to the Senior Sizzle tonight."
"Oh, right. I almost forgot about that. What time to do you want me to pick you up?"
They pulled up in front of Violet's house, and she found herself reluctant to get out. "About five thirty?" She pushed open her door and layed a foot on the concrete curb.
"Sure."
"I'll see you later, then," she said and didn't wait for a response before walking toward her front door, her dress over one arm, and her shoes in the other.
Maggie pulled up in front of the house after work and got out of her SUV. She was just walking up to the door when she spotted Drake, sitting on his porce, staring intently at the space between their houses.
Maggie leaned forward to see what he saw from his angle, but could only see Violet's window. What was he staring at?
She stepped off her porch and walked over to his. He didn't seem to notice her until she cleared her throat.
He jumped and turned his head to look at her. "Hey, Mrs. Helaine."
"Hello, Drake." She turned once again to see if she could see what he had been staring at, but once again, the only thing that stood out against the white house was Violet's window. "What were you staring at?"
"Mrs. Helaine, can I ask you something?"
Althought Maggie could tell that he was avoiding her question, she decided that it didn't matter. "Sure, what is it?"
Drake's eyes drifted over to the house again as he asked, "Has Violet mentioned anything to you about prom or the guy she's seeing?"
Maggie crossed her arms. "Yes. Both. Why"
Drake sighed and looked down at his hands. "You don't think it's odd that she's with this guy?"
Maggie took a seat next to Drake on the first step of his porch. "No, why?"
Drake shook his head. "I just have a bad feeling about him. Maybe it's not him, just his intentions. I mean, we've known the guy for years, but he's never taken a real interest in Violet until now."
"Sometimes it takes a guy a while to realize that he liked a girl."
Drake's head came up. "I know that, but it never takes a guy long to realize that he's got a thing for Violet. I mean, look at her."
Maggie's eyebrows raised. Wow, she thought to herself. I never realized how fond Drake was of Violet.
"She deserves the best."
"You don't think Christian is good enough for her?"
Maggie watched Drake. With his dark eyes and short hair, he was such a handsome boy, but she just couldn't see him with her daughter.
"No, Mrs. Helaine. I don't think that Christian is good enough for her."
"Then, who is?" she asked, waiting in amusement to see if he would say himself.
But before he could answer, a Jeep drove up to her house and Christian Brite stepped up to Maggie's porch.
"Hey, Mrs. Helaine. Is Violet still here?" he called to her.
Maggie saw Drake glance at his watch out of the corner of her eye before calling back, "Yes, she's up in her room. Just ring the doorbell."
Drake stood beside her and she followed suit. "I gotta go," he muttered. "I was supposed to pick up Andria ten mintues ago." He started toward his car before turning back to Maggie. "Mrs. Helaine, do me a favor. Watch out for her, okay? I'm a little worried."
"She'll be fine. I promise."
Drake didn't look comforted as he climbed into his car and drove away. |
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