"Wear the red one - it hugs your arse better."
Elle stood in front of the mirror as Steph and Harriette watched her, scrutinising the 10th outfit she'd tried on with encouraging grins.
When she'd been discharged from hospital a few days before, following a week long stay in the place, they'd leapt on her with a proposed 'girls' night out'. It was only when the two had heard of her date with Dean that it had promptly become a girls' afternoon of getting ready instead, with the two of them helping her discern what to wear before looking after Trent for the night.
The two had watched as she'd tried on the few decent outfits she had, offering grumbled approvals or, more often than not, disappointed shakes of their heads. The only outfit the two agreed on was the one Elle was currently weari
