I leave the dress store, glad to be free of it. Ordinarily, I’d be ecstatic at buying both my Homecoming and my Sweetheart dress at the same time for an extraordinarily low price, but not now.
Not now, because it’s incredibly mortifying to go dress shopping with not only your mother, but your father as well. I hadn’t counted on the dress store being so packed, or I’d have never agreed. Unfortunately, I’d missed the dress-finding outing last weekend with my friends (due to a completely horrendous cold that hit Saturday morning and abruptly disappeared Monday morning, annoyingly requiring me to go to school), so my parents had coerced me into shopping with them. I liked both dresses I’d chosen, but it was just such an embarrassing ordeal with my parents there.
I hurry along the hallway of the mall, my parents trailing behind me, eager to get back to the car and away from accidentally meeting anyone I know. I’d already seen two groups of people from my school, heaven forbid they see me now.