Hi-Five for High Fashion

[santorinithera]

WHO: Thera and Remy
WHEN: Friday, December 10
WHERE: Gallivanting among several shops with extremely expensive good-looking clothing.
WHAT: When Thera said she'd take Remy out shopping for clothing to wear to New York, Remy's worst fashion fears are realized...

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[santorinithera]

"Oh, no reason to get self-conscious, love, I'm a model after all." Thera straightened and brushed at Remy's hip, smoothing the fabric over her. "No, no, this just wont do. Evelynn-?" of course she knew all the employees by first name, "Could you look for this in pink, please?- You'll look darling in pink, Remy. It's a shame I never see you in it."

For all the critique Remy was getting, Thera did seem to mean it in all honesty as helpful. In a way, the woman seemed strangely nicer than Remy was used to. No- not nicer. Caring. "Moon simply won't be able to resist you. You'll have a wonderful holiday."

[remylee]

Other than the vague impression of the words 'Moon' and 'darling,' Remy had no idea what she said after that one terrifying word.

"...P-pink?" There was a reason Thera never saw her in it; she hated pink. And she hated the way she looked in pink. She only wore it when her grandmother forgot which grandchild she was and bought her something pink for her birthday, or Christmas. Even then, she wore it the minimum ammount of times she could get away with and not hurt Grandma's feelings. Luckily, it happened less now than when she was little, and she wasn't forced into goofy, frilly pink dresses every Sunday. She'd thought that now that she was away from the islands, she could get away with not wearing pink at all, and just saying she'd worn Grandma's Christmas present.

[santorinithera]

"Of course! Oh- Evelynn, that is perfect."

Cotton. Candy. Pink.

With a bit of lace trim.

Thera placed it over Remy and nodded. "Yes, yes, try this on, Remy. You'll be surprised at how good you look."

[remylee]

Dear Lord it looked just like that awful, itchy thing she'd gotten for her sixth birthday. (and honestly, given the length, it probably took about the same amount of fabric to make.)

"Thera... I'm really just not a big fan of pink. At all."

[santorinithera]

"Nonsense. There's not a girl on earth who doesn't look ravishing in pink." Thera held out the dress.

She looked so...hopeful.

[remylee]

Remy sighed, remebering why she was here in the first place, even though she'd known it would be awkward and a little traumatic. It was just impossible to say 'no' to Thera.

She grumbled a little, taking the dress. "I'll try it on. But that doesn't mean I'm agreeing to wear it for more than five minutes, okay?"

[santorinithera]

Thera waved her hand to encourage Remy into the dressing room. The faster Remy did this, the faster it would be over.

When she opened the dressing room door again, Thera's hands went to lips. "Don't you look darling." Thera raced over to coo over the dress. The woman tugged at the sleeves so that they settled just so. "And you're telling me you don't like this?"

[remylee]

Yep. Grandma reacted that exact same way.

Remy rolled her eyes a little bit. "I just don't like pink. It doesn't really matter how cute it is, it's still pink. It'd be the same if it was... fluorescent orange or something." She figured that color would bring up images of crossing-guards and traffic cones, horrifying Thera just a little, to give the woman a glimpse into her feelings about the color pink.

"How about red?" She figured her only way out of this was to compromise. "It's sort of like pink, and I don't hate it. Win-win, right?"

[santorinithera]

"Hm..." Thera stood akimbo, addressing the girl before her in a surprisingly equal manner. She lifted one hand and twirled a finger in the air. "Alright. Red it is. Evelynn, one of these in red. There, now you have an evening dress. Now for some outside wear- it's so damnably cold outside."

[remylee]

"Thank you." She sighed in relief, feeling like she'd dodged a bullet, and headed back to the dressing room to get out of the horrible dress. "I thought you'd want me waeing skimpy things like that the whole time. I'd freeze to death." She giggled, until she heard Evelynn's muffled voice telling Thera they didn't have that particular style in red, offering to show her several that were similar, if not exact.

[santorinithera]

'Not in red? What kind of venue is this? That is positively inexcusable.'

Yikes.

'Just-' a huff '-wrap the pink one up instead, then. It looks better on her anyway. Bring us a couple sets of that outfit there- yes, with the fur trim. Does it have a matching hat? Brilliant.'

The dressing room door swung open and Remy couldn't help the squeal and instantly attempt to cover herself. "Here," Thera held a skirt, turtleneck, and vest aloft. She noticed Remy's self-conscious attempts to cover herself and Thera sighed, pulling the dressing room door shut behind her. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Try this. The vertical stripes will do well for you."

[remylee]

"You didn't just tell her to wrap the pink one..." Once the door was shut, she realized people hadn't seen her in anything less than her bathing suits covered when she went to the beach. The door had opened so suddenly that she couldn't hold down that minor moment of panic, though.

"Thera, I'd never wear it." Her voice was muffled as she pulled the sweater over her head.

[santorinithera]

"I want you to have it anyway. In case you miraculously change your mind." Thera had her arms crossed when Remy's head pulled through the sweater's neck. "Hm. You would need a necklace with this one. Do you have jewelry?"

[remylee]

"That would take more than a miracle. And if I took it home, I'd probably end up burning it just to spite my Grandmum." Remy examined the turtleneck in the mirror, as she pulled the vest over her shoulders, an nodded a little. "I think I have something that'll go with this..."

[santorinithera]

"I doubt you'll have the shoes though." Thera was pointing to Remy's exposed feet. "Oh, we'll have to get a pedicure and manicure at the spa too. Let's just get the full package. You'll feel like a new woman. Try the skirt." Thera helped the pink dress back onto the hanger and set it on a hook. "So how long have you and Moon been flirting?"

[remylee]

"I guess that depends on how you feel about boots." Remy slipped into the skirt, examining how much leg was still exposed. "And leggings. Those might be good." She knew she'd be happier if she was warm during her trip.

She sort of ignored the whole spa business, knowing it'd only make her nervous the more she thought about it. But she couldn't help but smile whenever the conversation turned to Moon, even if she didn't really know the answer.

"Umm..." She thought for a second, trying to pin down some specific day or moment when she'd known she was flirting. "Hard to say, really. It was so gradual..." She shrugged. "We've been dating since my birthday, but a lot of people thought we were together way before that." Thanks to a certain painting....