“He is your brother! Of course you must know what he likes!” You said, sounding exhausted. You had already tried on at least five different dresses and you were starting to feel hot. And frustrated.

You and your best friend Sarah Cameron had been trying to find the best possible dress for the Midsummer's party.

Sarah just shrugged her shoulders and leaned back against the headboard of her bed.

“I don't know, he likes drugs, alcohol parties, golfing and stuff like that. Rafe has absolutely zero sense for anything that demands brainwork. He's a twat.”

"Stop saying that or I might not want to date him at all." You complained, putting your palm against your forehead. Time passed terribly fast, if you didn't find the right dress soon, you wouldn't make it to the party in time.

Sarah had promised to do your makeup and curl your hair.

Choosing the dress was crucially important, you two had a master plan. The plan was for you to catch Rafe's attention at the party tonight.

Sarah and Topper were together and Sarah thought it would be really sweet if you and Rafe were too. The four of you could do all the "couple stuff" together. You were desperate for a boyfriend and always had a slight crush on Rafe, so you hadn't protested the idea.

"I might have a few more opinions." Sarah said soon and went back to examine the contents of her large wardrobe.

You only sighed, her closet seemed to be endless, but still none of the dresses felt perfect for you.

This was a real dress mess.