ups in the past. Besides, what's the point of making money if you can't spend it while you're still able to enjoy it? Now, come inside and let me buy you a dress that will blow them away."
"I love you," I say to her as sincerely as possible. She is amazing. I don't know what I did in a past life to find her, but whatever it was; it had to have been really good.
She pulls her sunglasses off her eyes, puts them on her head and smiles before pulling me into a hug and ushering me into the boutique. I try on at least a dozen dresses, one after the other, until we both agree on one that is "not too slutty". It's a black, soft satin, almost gauzy material, with no sleeves, that reaches to about mid-thigh. It has a boat neck cut, hugs my body in all the right places and from the front has a very classic and simple look to it. It's the back of the dress that is the show stopper. There is almost none to speak of. The material doesn't start again until about an inch from my waist, leaving almost my entire back on display. According to Julia, a bare back will drive a man wild. Whatever. I love the dress. And if I'm being honest, I do look pretty damn good in it.
"I already have the perfect shoes for it at home," I announce before she feels the need to spend more money on me.
"Ok, then let's go to Frankie's and pick up a pie so we can sit back and crush on Ben for awhile."
"You mean, crush on Noel," I correct her, throwing down the gauntlet yet again. She scoffs at the mere mention of Noel and gives me a sly smile before she says, "You're so lucky I love you too," and we head off to pick up dinner.
Four back to back episodes of Felicity , one large cheese and tomato pizza, and several glasses of red wine later, we're still lazing on the couch discussing the dynamics of our favorite show. It's almost midnight, my flight is just under ten hours away and I have yet to pack one single thing. With that admission, we scramble to my room and start to go through my closet, trying to make the best selections possible given that we are both fairly tipsy at this point. Julia mumbles something under her breath about going to check on something in her room and that she'll be right back, leaving me alone in the eye of the storm, or of what's left of my closet.
Right where I had left it a few weeks ago, the box marked "old stuff" is sitting on its perch. Before switching off the light to my closet, I pull it off the shelf and hunker down right in the middle of a pile of rejected clothes. This time, I immediately open the box and dig out the yearbook. As I flip through the pages, Julia returns and slides down the wall to sit beside me, asking me questions about certain people. When we get to Tyler's picture, I stop and touch my fingers lightly over it.
"Hey," Julia says breaking me out of my trance, "no sulking, remember."
"I know. Just...," I trail off, not sure of exactly what I want to say.
"Just, nothing," she says, "It's all going to be fine, trust me. Now put that away, I have something for you."
She hands me a box that's been wrapped beautifully with a big red bow on top. I carefully tear off the paper and gasp out loud at the sight of the designer's name. I look up at her and see she's sporting a smile from ear to ear.
"Julia, it's too much, I can't take them," trying to hand the box back to her. She puts out her hands to shove them back in my direction.
"Every woman deserves a pair of Louboutin's. Didn't you know that one pair of shoes can change your life, Sabrina."
No, I didn't know that, but I do know that they cost a fortune. I look up at her again and she raises her eyebrow to warn me that there is no way in hell she's going to take no for an answer. I gingerly lift one of the shoes and hold it in my hands as if it were a semi-precious stone. They're black, soft satin, peep toe pumps with an ankle strap that is adorned with a bow… and of course, the trademark red sole.
"Thank you so much, for everything. They are the most
"I love you," I say to her as sincerely as possible. She is amazing. I don't know what I did in a past life to find her, but whatever it was; it had to have been really good.
She pulls her sunglasses off her eyes, puts them on her head and smiles before pulling me into a hug and ushering me into the boutique. I try on at least a dozen dresses, one after the other, until we both agree on one that is "not too slutty". It's a black, soft satin, almost gauzy material, with no sleeves, that reaches to about mid-thigh. It has a boat neck cut, hugs my body in all the right places and from the front has a very classic and simple look to it. It's the back of the dress that is the show stopper. There is almost none to speak of. The material doesn't start again until about an inch from my waist, leaving almost my entire back on display. According to Julia, a bare back will drive a man wild. Whatever. I love the dress. And if I'm being honest, I do look pretty damn good in it.
"I already have the perfect shoes for it at home," I announce before she feels the need to spend more money on me.
"Ok, then let's go to Frankie's and pick up a pie so we can sit back and crush on Ben for awhile."
"You mean, crush on Noel," I correct her, throwing down the gauntlet yet again. She scoffs at the mere mention of Noel and gives me a sly smile before she says, "You're so lucky I love you too," and we head off to pick up dinner.
Four back to back episodes of Felicity , one large cheese and tomato pizza, and several glasses of red wine later, we're still lazing on the couch discussing the dynamics of our favorite show. It's almost midnight, my flight is just under ten hours away and I have yet to pack one single thing. With that admission, we scramble to my room and start to go through my closet, trying to make the best selections possible given that we are both fairly tipsy at this point. Julia mumbles something under her breath about going to check on something in her room and that she'll be right back, leaving me alone in the eye of the storm, or of what's left of my closet.
Right where I had left it a few weeks ago, the box marked "old stuff" is sitting on its perch. Before switching off the light to my closet, I pull it off the shelf and hunker down right in the middle of a pile of rejected clothes. This time, I immediately open the box and dig out the yearbook. As I flip through the pages, Julia returns and slides down the wall to sit beside me, asking me questions about certain people. When we get to Tyler's picture, I stop and touch my fingers lightly over it.
"Hey," Julia says breaking me out of my trance, "no sulking, remember."
"I know. Just...," I trail off, not sure of exactly what I want to say.
"Just, nothing," she says, "It's all going to be fine, trust me. Now put that away, I have something for you."
She hands me a box that's been wrapped beautifully with a big red bow on top. I carefully tear off the paper and gasp out loud at the sight of the designer's name. I look up at her and see she's sporting a smile from ear to ear.
"Julia, it's too much, I can't take them," trying to hand the box back to her. She puts out her hands to shove them back in my direction.
"Every woman deserves a pair of Louboutin's. Didn't you know that one pair of shoes can change your life, Sabrina."
No, I didn't know that, but I do know that they cost a fortune. I look up at her again and she raises her eyebrow to warn me that there is no way in hell she's going to take no for an answer. I gingerly lift one of the shoes and hold it in my hands as if it were a semi-precious stone. They're black, soft satin, peep toe pumps with an ankle strap that is adorned with a bow… and of course, the trademark red sole.
"Thank you so much, for everything. They are the most
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