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2024-10-29 19:42:56"WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE?" Mia asked her, pointing to yet another dress. "You have to try it on."
Harlow had never met someone more persistent than anyone she has ever met in her life, which didn't consist of many people. Sighing, "Fine." Taking the dress in her hands as she walked to yet, another changing room with Mia trailing behind.
Taking the strapless dress as she examined the fabric of the dress. It was a strapless black dress that ended just before her knees. Sequins decorated the side of it, making it look fancy. Yet, Harlow had never felt so uncomfortable with what she was wearing in her life. She looked like a hooker in this dress; it just looked awful.
"That looks amazing on you. You have to buy this one." Mia though disagreed with Harlow's negative thoughts towards the dress.
"Hey, Matt," Mia called. The worse part about this shopping experience was that Ryan had decided
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