“Hey,” said Courtney. “Look at this one!” She removed a green chiffon gown off the rack. Kat nodded and walked over. She carried a blue, polyester gown that was off the clearance rack.
“It’s beautiful,” said Kat and then she glanced at the price tag. “Wow…this dress is expensive. My dad would choke if I spent that much money on a dress.”
Courtney headed towards the dressing room. “Well…I’m just spoiled…I guess.”
“Coming,” said Kat. She glanced down at the dress she was holding and wondered if she should even try it on. Then, she thought, ‘Why bother? This dress will look hideous compared to the one Courtney has.’
“Kat…come on,” yells Courtney, standing by the entrance to the dressing room.
“I can’t…I’m still looking,” she said, returning the blue dress to the sales rack. She began to look for another dress on the clearance rack when she heard someone talking to her.
“I know this perfect dress that’s exquisite and would look wonderful on you,” replied a short, stocky sales woman. Kat really did not want to see the dress, because she knew she probably could not afford it. However, she was curious and decided to take a look. “Okay, she said, smiling. Kat followed the sales clerk to a window display. There in the window was a male and female mannequin wearing formal attire. The male had on a white blazer with a black silk shirt, a white bow tie and white slacks. The female was dressed in sparkling, pink chiffon. Kat held her breath as she looked at the long gown. “It’s a lovely gown don’t you think?” asked the sales lady. Kat inquired how much. She was given the price and mumbled, “I’ll think about it.” The sales clerk walked away when she noticed Courtney putting the green gown back on the rack.
“That’s how we should look going to the dance!” replied a voice, from behind her. Without turning around, she knew the voice belonged to Jack. “Are you stalking me?” she asked, staring at the dress.
“No! Is someone conceited?” asked Jack. Kat turned her head to glare up at him. “What do you really want?”
“Obviously, I came here to look at a tux,” replied Jack, pointing to one. “Hmm,” she said, scanning the tuxedo on the mannequin. “You’re going to the dance?”
“Yeah…why not? All I need is a tux…and…I think this one will look good on me,” he replied, smiling. “That’s cool,” replied Kat, walking away from Jack. “Hey,” he called after her. “Don’t you want to know whom I’m going with?”
“Is someone trying to make someone jealous?” asked Kat. “Do you think I care if you take Ashlie?” Before Kat could turn back around, “ASHLIE! Whatever, gave you the idea I’d go with her?”
Speechless…Kat stared at Jack. Jack walked up to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders to look deep into her eyes, “I was hoping to go to the dance with you.”
“Well…um…um,” Kat stuttered.
“Cat got your tongue…again?” he teased. Since Kat did not say anything, Jack added, “Well, I’ll pick you up at seven.” He winked at her and then he was gone.
“Oh…my…goodness,” shrieked Courtney. “He asked you to the dance…didn’t he?”
“Well…yes,” she muttered. “I don’t understand…why…he asked me.”
“Does it matter?” replied Courtney, grabbing Kat’s hand and leading her towards a rack of very expensive, evening gowns. “Hey,” said Kat, releasing her hand. “I thought you liked Jack!”
“Well…he’s cute…but…I’ve already have a date,” Courtney said, sweetly. “Oh!” said Kat. “Is it who I think it is?”
“YES!” she squeaked, jumping up and down. “It’s Brian!” Giving her friend a hug, “I should’ve known you’d get a date with the quarterback.”
“Of course…I’m the head cheerleader.”
Kat tried on several dresses that Courtney picked out. Since the dresses were too expensive, Kat made up an excuse about not liking any of them. Eventually, Courtney gave up trying to help Kat and decided to find something for herself. While Courtney was busy, Kat went back to look at the pink dress on the mannequin. It was gone and so was the tuxedo!