Prom consisted of a few things that Shafan usually tried to avoid; big crowds, big crowds, and... big crowds. But one thing Shafan did like, that might just cancel out all of those big crowds, was sparkly dresses.
One the way home from school one day, when her mind was distracted with what to eat she got home, she passed the usual vintage clothing shops on the way but this time something in the window made her stop. It was sparkly, purple and poofy. And she needed it.
The sign in the window boasted “cheap proms dresses no one else has!”.
“You’re not even going to prom,” Shafan told herself, willing herself to keep moving. Her house was just ten minutes away and she was craving some crackers and cheese, the fancy kind her dad had brought home yesterday. But this dress captivated her and she found herself inside of the store looking around for a shop keeper.
“Oh, is somebody actually here?” an middle aged woman with bright pink hair asked, stepping out from a room in the back.
“Uhm, hi,” Shafan said quietly, regretting her impulse to come in.
“Are you here for a dress, perhaps?” the woman asked as she approached Shafan.
“Uhm, how much is the purple dress in the window?” she said quickly, immediately worrying that what she had said was too quick to understand, but fortunately the woman just nodded thoughtfully.
“Oh, yes, that one,” the woman said, looking behind Shafan at the dress sitting in the window display. “How much can you pay? We never have very many visitors looking for prom dresses, mostly just people trying to con us into thinking their dresses are vintage.”
The woman sighed and shook her head, looking off to the ceiling as if having some kind of flashback like in a TV show. Shafan fiddled with the ponytails she always kept on her wrist.
“Anyway, how much?” the woman asked, looking back at Shafan.
“I don’t have anything on me right now,“ Shafan said.
The woman shook her head, looking annoyed now, “look, I’ll give it to you for fifty if you come back here tomorrow with the money, how about it?”
Shafan was momentarily shocked into silence, only fifty dollars for that amazing dress? She couldn’t turn that down so she quickly nodded and said something about seeing her then before quickly escorting herself out of the shop before the woman could take back her offer.
“For fifty dollars I don’t even have to go to prom, really, I could wear that dress anywhere,” Shafan told herself as she started the walk home, smiling to herself. and she spent the rest of the walk picturing herself twirling around in that amazing, sparkly dress.And hey, maybe somebody might actually ask her to prom... Stranger things have happened.