I hope you enjoy the first installment of Phoebe's Fair Valentine, in which Nicole acts like ... Nicole.
"You can't wear that." Nicole gives me a disgust-laced once-over as she walks into my room. "You look like Phoebe-shaped pile of--""I do not!" I interrupt before she can finish. My denial doesn't stop me from looking down at my borrowed outfit with serious doubts. I am so fashion-ignorant. Give me a fun t-shirt and pair of jeans any day. Throw in some heavily scuffed Chuck Taylors and I'm a happy girl.
My standard uniform is not, however, the kind of outfit suitable for an important date. Nothing in my wardrobe is suitable for an important date. And tonight is an important date.
After scouring my own clothes for hours, I'd finally sucked it up and knocked on Stella's door.
Apparently a big mistake.
"I was going to say pile of prep, drama queen," Nicole says, rolling her eyes at my assumption. "Were you going for the mini-Stella look?"
After tossing her messenger bag on my clothes-covered bed, she starts digging through my drawers. I decide not to admit that the lavender cardigan and white satin headband had come from Stella's closet. Desperation might have blinded my judgment.
"I need help," I admit, tugging the headband out of my hair. "I'm no good at dressing like a girl."
Nicole throws me a look that says, Obviously.
"I'm freaking out." I shrug off the cardigan and hang it over the back of my chair--Stella would smote me for sure if I brought it back wrinkled. "Griffin and I only get one first Valentine's day. I don't want to mess it up."
"Chill," she says with the kind of relaxed attitude only she can bring off. "It's totally under control."
Standing there in a plain white tee and my one pair of dark wash jeans, I'm glad one of us has confidence.
Tune in tomorrow to find out what happens next. [Part 2]
Hugs,
TLC
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I think you should make this into a book so I can read it wherever I am at!
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