It’s dark green and tight across the bodice, with a narrow waist and full skirt—very 1950s. I found it at a thrift store. I don’t think it’s actually vintage—I think it was designed to be retro—but it’s still pretty nice. I want to pair it with my sexy spike heels—the only good shoes I’ve brought—but I’m worried we’ll have to walk a lot, so I stick to comfortable sandals. I use a curling iron to create waves in my light brown hair and put on some makeup. I check myself out in the mirror. Not bad. I’ve spent a lot of time this summer staying cool and comfortable in shorts and ponytails, so it’s a nice change to go for pretty instead of practical. I meet up with Isabella near the dorm. She seems very pleased that I’ve made an effort to look nice. “Harry’s going to melt when he sees you,” she says. “He won’t care,” I say. “We’re just friends.” She smiles a little smile and shrugs. As we fall into step, heading back toward campus, I wonder why she seems to want something to happen between Harry and me.
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