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I spin around to look at her from my spot in front of the mirror, my vision fuzzy- she walked in right as I was putting in my contact lenses and I’ve only got one in. The other is perched on the tip of my index finger.

I wink my contact-less eye closed. “Let’s see em’!”

Fallon chuckles, kicking the door closed behind her and shaking her head. “Why don’t you get your other contact in first.”

I turn back to face the mirror while my sister strides over to the bed, setting down the dress bag and unzipping it. I pop my other contact lens into my eye, blinking a few times before twirling back around.

“Glad you went for the contacts on your own so I didn’t have to talk you into it,” Fallon mumbles, pulling dresses from the bag one by one and setting them out on the bed.

“I’m getting used to wearing them more,” I shrug.

And it doesn’t have anything to do with Theo telling me I looked good the other night without my glasses.

“Okay.” Fallon claps her hands together, spinning around to face me. “So I’m thinking this one…”

I watch as she reaches for a red sundress, holding it up in front of her.

“Whaddya think?”

I study it for a moment. It’s pretty- soft linen, ribbons that tie over the shoulders. It’s just not…me.

Fallon can read my expression before I say a word. She blows out a breath, tossing the red dress onto the bed and picking up a white one, holding it in front of her like the first. It’s flowy chiffon with a plunging neckline.

I scrunch my nose, shaking my head.

My sister sighs, trading the white dress for another, holding it up. This one is royal blue with a boat neck and little cap sleeves. It’s simple, elegant. Perfect.

I grin, nodding.

Fallon’s lips curve into a smile. “How’d I know you were gonna pick this one?” She chuckles, slipping it off of the hanger and handing it to me.

“Guess you know me.” I take the dress from her hands, pull my t-shirt off overhead, and shimmy out of my jeans. Start to unzip the back of the dress.

“Hold up.”

I freeze, peering over at my sister.

She’s giving me a once-over, shaking her head in disapproval. “You’re not wearing a sports bra under that dress.” She points a finger at me. “Or those panties.”

“Why not?” I scowl.

Fallon sighs, rolling her eyes and crossing the room to my dresser. She pulls open my top drawer, starts rifling through it. “Because you’re going on adate,” she groans as she rummages around.

“So? He’s not going to see my underwear.”

Fallon spins back around, tossing me a wink. “You never know.”

I roll my eyes as she thrusts a black silk bra and a matching thong in my direction.

“Yes I do,” I say as I begrudgingly take them from her and hand the dress back. “It’s ourfirstdate. Our clothes are stayingon.”

I dangle the skimpy thong off of a finger. “And I really don’t want to wear this.”

“Can’t have panty lines!” Fallon chirps, striding back over to the bed to gather up the other dresses she brought.

I heave a sigh, removing my sports bra and replacing it with the one my sister picked. It’s padded and has uncomfortable underwire. Then I push my grey cotton panties down, stepping out of them and into the thong, pulling it up.

“Happy?” I ask, throwing my hands on my hips.

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