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“THOSE PANTS LOOK FABULOUS ON YOU,” Corrie cheers. “I love them.”
I stare down at the tight black leather pants. They do look pretty good with the black Pink Floyd t-shirt.
“Wow, if I had your body, I’d buy those in a minute,” Fiona says. As the owner of the shop, she’s a little biased. I’m sure that’s part of her sales strategy, showering clients with compliments. “We also have the mini skirt and shorts.” She’s holding both, silver hangers dangling from her fingers.
“Mini skirt?!” Corrie pipes up. “Let’s try that.”
I shake my head. “I’m not wearing a leather mini skirt.”
“Yes, you are,” she argues. She hands me the skirt. “Now, you get back in there.”
“You should buy the t-shirt too,” Mandy calls out as I’m trying on the skirt. I do like the t-shirt, but I couldn’t even name a single Pink Floyd song. I feel like a fraud wearing this t-shirt.
I step out of the change room. “What do you all think?”
“Hot!” Corrie says.
“Sexy,” Mandy adds.
“Aren’t I too old for this?” I ask.
“Hey, if you have it, flaunt in,” Fiona chimes in, still trying to make a sale.
“C’mon, you’re only twenty-seven, for God’s sake. I’m ancient, compared to you.”
I laugh. At thirty-five, Corrie’s not exactly ancient. “You think I should get it?”
They all nod in unison.
“Oh, and I have the perfect booties to go with that skirt,” Fiona cheers. “What size are you?”
“I’m a size seven.”
She turns on her heel, and less than a minute later, she’s back with the booties; peep-toed, lace-up tall black suede booties, with a stiletto four-inch heel. They’re actually quite beautiful. And very sexy. They have a Victorian vintage feel about them which I love. They could be worn with anything; skinny jeans, dress pants, a dress, or a black leather mini-skirt.
Corrie reaches for them. “These are freakin’ gorgeous. You have to get them.” She runs a finger along the curve of the heel. “Hell, I’ll buy them for you.”
“Oh, you don’t need to do that,” I say and take the shoe from her. When I look at the price tag, I think that yes, maybe she could buy them for me – they’re not cheap.
“Try them on,” Corrie urges. “I want to see them on you.”
I slip one of them on, and it fits like a glove. I tie it up, and check myself out in the tall mirror. It looks fabulous.
“Try on the other one,” Corrie urges. She’s more excited than I am.
I put on the other bootie and tie the laces. I study my reflection. The shoes look amazing with the shirt and skirt. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sexy in my life. I didn’t even realize Icouldbe sexy. When I think of Corrie, I thinksexy. When I think of Gabbie or Kayla, I thinkbeautiful. Yet when I think of myself, I thinkcute.
“Meow,” Mandy cheers and I laugh – she’s so funny. Mandy is a very down to earth girl. She usually wears worn jeans and t-shirts. She’s pretty, but one would never call her sexy.
I walk around the shop a bit. The booties are surprisingly comfortable.
“I’m getting those for you, and that’s final,” Corrie says. “We’ll take the whole lot; the skirt, t-shirt, and shoes.”
“Great decision,” Fiona says, beaming. It’s a good day for her.
It’s a good day for me too.
