Isabella Marie Swan ✴ "Stella" (
self_composed) wrote2012-10-10 05:38 pm
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dress for success
By the time when Alice first shows up at Stanford visibly (as opposed to lurking around the ceiling at Bella's classes, making smart remarks in her head), Janine has put in a request, and so have four other girls on the hall. (Lillian wants a summery floral dress, Tasha wants a midnight blue evening gown, Ruth has expressed a fondness for polka dots, and Kuo wants something gothy. Bella politely makes no remarks about anyone's taste.)
Bella likes all her teachers okay, and also the orchestra conductor and her soccer coach. Life is good.
Bella likes all her teachers okay, and also the orchestra conductor and her soccer coach. Life is good.
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He spends the rest of that morning immersed in clothing design.
At last, a few hours past lunch, he twirls in front of the full-length mirror in his sewing room. Layers and layers of long, pointed fabric petals flutter with the movement; delicate, glittering fabric wings quiver behind his back.
That seems likely to make about the right first impression.
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"Hi!" she says, greeting him with a hug. She avoids messing up his wings in so doing. "Alice, this is Janine. Janine, this is my boyfriend."
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"Hello it is nice to meet you is that my dress," says Janine, yoinking the package out of his hand and tearing it open.
It is, indeed, her dress: sky-blue, demurely high-necked and low-hemmed, with elbow-length sleeves and slightly puffed shoulders and a faint pattern in the fabric that hints at clouds.
"It's perfect," she gushes, hugging it to her. "Thank you thank you! I will pay you, just a moment." She lays the dress down carefully on her bed and digs out her wallet.
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She counts out five twenties and hands them to Alice, who shrugs and hands them to Bella.
"No pockets on this thing," he says, tugging at the skirt of his fairy tunic. "Guess I shoulda thought of that."
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"Whatever you feel like," he says.
"Tinkerbell?" she giggles.
"Knock yourself out."
"I think I'll stick with Alice," says Janine.
"Go for it."
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"You're so precise," Janine observes, and Alice laughs good-naturedly.
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"Dunno, like what?"
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Janine clearly thinks they are both adorable.
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