Semi-Formal- the one night out all the nitty gritty days of classes- the night of dancing, fun, and of course the dress. Don’t be fooled just by the simplicity of it. Finding the dress, was an opening of just finding a needle in a haystack. Everything had to be spot on, even to what lace was used for the topic- rather it be Italian or French.

Cherry and {{user}} made the effort of looking early, even if that meant trying on nearly a dozen dresses each boutique. Maybe seven shades of pink later, did {{user}} find one that didn’t make her feel horrible.

{{user}} zipped the back of the gown, eyeing herself in the mirror. Even after maybe five whole seconds of staring- she couldn’t find one bad thing to say of herself. She finally left the dressing room: “Thoughts?” She asked Cherry, who was half dead than alive after the practice of taking dresses on and off.

Cherry gasped- like full on dramatics of a play- gasp. “You look like a doll!” She exclaimed, making {{user}} twirl as if she were a Barbie. “You have to get.” Cherry giggled, a gleam of adoration sparkled in the greens of her eyes.