LIZ
“Wow Ang could you be anymore bitchier?” She laughs and says that yes, in fact, she can. We say our goodbyes and I turn to the room to see that everyone has already dressed and are all looking fabulous.
I must admit that sometimes standing next to these beauties I feel a bit… Mousy. I mean
hello??? These girls are drop dead gorgeous! They can have their pick of the litter! I can barely get sloppy seconds. Well, that’s not true. I once dated Donald Trump’s nephew, he was a cute one that got away. Got away because I threw him put like a used Kleenex but still… He got away.
“I’ll be riiight back ladies.” I say and quickly make my way towards my room.
Now let’s see… I narrow down my choices by deciding I want to wear a little black number like any casual-girl-trying-to-look-like-a-movie-star would wear. But there are just too many to choose from. I mean I love my little
Versace dress, but if I want to go with Versace I’d want to wear my newest addiction first before that one. You know, the cute little
Versace Cream one. Oh damn but I want to wear black and what better than the lace see through
Versace Blk? Damn I need to get over Versace right now. Hmmm… The
Giorgio Armani one looks like a good opening choice. But than again so does the
Gucci.
Damn! I hate when I get so undecisive like this. I only have one thing to do... I need to ask my girls.
"Fashion 9-1-1!!!" I scream and dump all my choices down on my bed, "Which one?" I look around at the curious faces that look from me to the clothes on my bed.