THREE: Twenty-third Shade of Red
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"Pink!" She exclaimed.
"Do you have a pink dress there Rose?" She murmured as she swim inside the big pile of the dress of mine which she made. Guess she can't choose anything of her style.
"Does this look good on me?" Sepha picked a pink dress with rose patterns.
She danced, turned around and grabbed my hand for me to dance too. I smiled. I have to.
"Of course it looks good on you! You look fabulous!" I concluded.
"Will he think I'm pretty?" She asked while looking at the five-feet mirror.
"You are pretty." I said.
"I know I'm pretty in your eyes. We are friends. How about his eyes?" She insisted.
"We're friends." I said.
"No. I mean. Will she see me as a woman this time?" She asked.
"We're all grown ups. Of course he will." I answered as I slowly arranged and hanged the dresses back in the closet.
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