Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38555415-20191015230650/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191026003430

Evie looked herself up and down in the mirror. As soon as she had came out of the changing stall, her mother had rushed off to get something that would make it 'just right'. When she moved, the leaves trailling down the gown winked teal, emphazised by her blinking out and back into sight.

Biana rushed back, with a jar of something sparkly, and a tube of lip gloss.

"These will go perfectly with it!" she said trumphaintly.

"Maybe I should stick to something simpler, or just wear a dress that I already have . . . " Evie said, feeling self-concuse.

"No way," Biana said. "Besides, I already bought it!" Evie looked up sharply, about to protest, but gave in.

"Okay," she said.

"Trust me, you're going to look great," Biana said as Evie headed to change back into her normal clothes.

-Chloe