The prom dress store loomed before Tiffany like a pastel-colored prison. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her scowl deepening as Riley practically dragged her towards the entrance.
“Come on, Tiff! It’ll be fun,” Riley chirped.
“Fun? More like torture,” Tiffany muttered, digging her heels into the sidewalk. “I’d rather eat glass than try on frilly dresses.”
Riley rolled her eyes and gave Tiffany a gentle shove through the door. “Drama queen. Just give it a chance, okay?”
As they stepped inside, a wave of perfume and excited chatter washed over them. Tiffany’s eyes darted around, taking in the sea of tulle and sequins. Racks of dresses in every color imaginable stretched as far as she could see. Groups of girls giggled and twirled in front of full-length mirrors, their faces
