“You’ve looked great in everything you’ve tried on Wills.”
It had been dress after dress after dress that just wasn’t right for Willow - though Lorie had different opinions.
“This is so dumb. I don’t even know why I’m doing this.” she called out from inside the dressing room.
“Because you’re hot, I’m hot, and we’re going to have a great time.”
Willow rolled her eyes before taking a deep breath and stepping out to show her the last dress.
If this didn't work, she would just give up and spend her Saturday night at home on the couch watching Supernatural re-runs on TV.
Lorie’s eyes went wide, a slow smile spreading across her face as she said, “Now that is the dress.”
The gown was floor length and black with a slit that went dangerously high up her thigh. The entire back was open and it had a plunging neckline accented with tiny crystals. The entire thing flowed off her beautifully.
“I suppose you’re right.” She murmured in agreement, a bit shocked at her own reflection.
She looked sexy.