Love Your Shirt

"No prob, Snow," Heathcliff said. He went over and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Gabe cleared his throat, and I turned my attention to him, taking a sip of tea.

"So you need to pick out a dress in the next couple of days and let Pops know," he said.

"If it's any consolation, we'll be wearing tuxes," Heathcliff said, irritated, reading the terrified look I was sure coated my face.

I giggled at his agitation, swallowed some tea.

"You'll look amazing in a tuxedo." I rotated to include Bart, Dorian, and Gabe. "You all will."

I pulled the book closer and flipped through the pages.

All of the dresses were beautiful, airy, and light.

I couldn't imagine trying to move around in something so elegant.

The guys crowded around, each commenting on which one they thought would suit me best. I cringed at wearing any of the dresses and considered speaking to Professor Pops.

Gatsby jumped onto a chair and onto the counter, rubbing his body along one of my arms.