#terraien

⁺ 𝐌    ›   fingers dangle one hanger after another on their tips,  scanning dress after dress for something remotely appropriate for new year’s  before mone draws the biggest of pauses as --  nose scrunching up as if the greatest epiphany  --  if not the grandest of them all -- had just hit her ;  “   wait  --  cece. you’re going, right?   ”  she realizes, after unceremoniously dragging the other through town that she hadn’t even considered that the other girl wasn’t going.  of course,  after all the reverse therapy and mock-interventions she’s been scrutinized under by the other  --  would she even think of going to something like a party hosted by her company?  “  -- to the party?  ”  she’s sure the other would have told her if she wasn’t by now,  why else would she have let mone drag her all around town on the hunt for the perfect dress?