Scarlet took a look at her figure in a long, thin mirror and tried not to pick out every flaw she saw in her body. She heard a huff to her right and turned away from the reflective image, using any excuse she could to not look at what she believed to be a short, unimposing person. “The dress or the party?” Gracie took a drag on one of her e-cigarettes and exhaled with a look of ecstasy. Scarlet hated the things, but she supposed it was better than having the smell of tobacco in her home. “Both, I guess,” Scarlet confirmed as she looked down at the dress. It was a pretty azure color that she thought brought out her eyes, but Gracie looked at the number with contempt. “I think the party’s a great idea. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of attendees since they all RSVP’s, and I think if you show your face in public wearing that dress, people are going to think you’re a smurf,” Gracie said with brutal honesty.
