Nearly an hour after the whole incident, Amber was over my house.We sat on my couch and she wanted to know all the details. "Thats adorable! Nice work Daisy!" She joked patting my dog and she growled back at her. "The real question is," Amber paused, "What are you gonna wear?" Oh my god, I thought. My head had been swimming all morning, I hadnt even thought about what I was going to wear.
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"Okay," Amber said pushing apart the clothes in my closet. "We want something that says im not trying to hard to look hot, but i still look hot" I laughed at Amber's explanation of what my outfit should be. "Okay so how about this?" I said pulling a short,rose colored dress from my closet, Amber screwed up her face, "Okay so, no on that." I said quickly. She giggled quietly. I pulled out a high waisted skirt and an white flowy top, "This?" I asked. "Oh, Brooke, no...no..no" She said awkwardly. "I dont know, I havent been on a date since I was 15!" Amber pushed me aside and went into my closet, seconds later she pulled out a flowy black dress with a lace back. "This is perfect!" She said. I had completley forgotten about that dress, I had boughten it for a date with a guy I met that never ended up happening. She finished off the outfit with a pair of magenta, open toed pumps. "Thank you so much," I said to Amber, if it wasnt for her I probably wouldve ended up looking like I was off to a librarian convention. "No problem, " She said. "What time do you want me here to do your makeup?" She asked "Aroud 6?" I answered. "Sure," she said happily, "See ya." We quickly hugged and then she was gone. I sat on my couch and let out a big sigh, tomorrow night couldnt come soon enough.