"Done?" Mia peeked.
Rose nodded shyly.
Mia spun around and gasped. "You look like a dream."
"Mia…"
"I'm serious. Hold on — heels." Mia handed her a pair of gold strappy heels with tiny pearls on the straps. Rose took them carefully, sat at the edge of the bed, and slipped them on one foot at a time.
She adjusted the straps, then stood up, wobbling once.
"Oh god. I'm going to fall on my face."
"You won't," Mia laughed. "You just walked out of a fairytale. Come on, show me a twirl."
Rose gave her a half-hearted spin, the slit fluttering open slightly with the motion. She blushed. Mia squealed.
Her long black hair was left down, brushing softly over her shoulders.
**
Rose already regretted her decision the moment she stepped into the bar.
The heavy scent of alcohol, the flickering colored lights, the booming music that felt like it shook her chest—everything felt too loud. Too much. Too unfamiliar.
