Time to Celebrate

Riley

"I can't believe it's over." I glanced over at Margo, one of the outfit coordinators as I stood in my dressing room in my nightie.

"Right? It seemed like these things are going to take forever, but you blink twice, and it's done." She smiled and walked toward the door. "I put you a few things over there to choose from for the party. Frank said everyone needs to help decorate, but you do not. You and Ethan need to just take your time getting ready. The event is mostly to celebrate you guys." Her smile was warm. I liked her.

"It's to celebrate all of us." I turned to face her instead of watching her in the mirror like a creeper. "We couldn't do anything without everyone playing their part."

"Touché." She winked at me and turned, walking out with a measuring tape around her neck and the cutest high heel boots I'd ever seen. "Ugh," I groaned as the door closed. I had little to no style. Why? Why couldn't I have been gifted with the ability to figure out how to put outfits together?