I slipped into the maroon knee-length dress I borrowed from Ashley. I combed my hair up into a neat bun, and rushed on a bit of eyeliner as well as some matte red lipstick. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and scoffed.
“I do hope this effort is worth it,” I babbled, stumbling lazily back into my living room where Ashley was seated.
“Faye, you look drop-dead gorgeous,” She complimented.
“Of course I do; this is your dress.”
She laughed. When I called her and explained the situation, she had found herself up to my room with three different outfits not fifteen minutes later. I tried on a metallic blue ankle-length dress with a sweetheart neckline, but I figured it was too dressy. Then a very short green dress, but still, it was way too dressy. This maroon number
