"This is ridiculous! I hate shopping!" I glared at my professor who paid me no regard, no attention, infuriating me even more, as he went through the dresses his mother wanted me to wear for the party.
"See this dress, the color will compliment your skin-tone." Mr. Demetrius said, pulling out a gown that made my nose scrunch up in displeasure. I hate wearing gowns. Inconvinience. This is what gowns are.
"Why can't I wear one of the dresses I own in my wardrobe? They are not that bad." I said, glaring at Mr. Demetrius, who raised his eyebrows at me, hung the dress on my shoulder as he pulled out another gown, repeating the same, until both of my shoulders were holding five dresses.
"The dresses you own are not suitable to wear in weather like today, Miss Green. And besides, they are n
