>It's a just a week before Prom night
>And I’m getting a prom dress for Amber.
>Had to bring her along since I want to see what her size was
>I want her to have the best prom night ever, so it's best to make sure I don’t accidentally get her a small or big dress
>I parked the cars a little ways away from the dress shop so it's a bit of a hike to get there.
>did it for a good reason since it's nearing prom, everyone and their families are getting their dresses right now.
>And I’d rather not deal with horrid traffic right now, Especially with Amber at my side.
>as we walk I notice that Amber starts to doze off on her phone as we stroll over to the place, I would say something but then again….
>I did the same thing when I was her age so…
>my eye glance for Amber and towards the shop which is a actually surprisingly a couple meters in front of us
>There’s people lingering about but that's usual.
>”We’re her Amber” I tap on her shoulder to get her attention.
>She peers from her phone and proceeds to put it away.
>We stroll right on past the people loitering outside and inside of the shop
>Entering inside it is rather more crowded than I expect, with people observing and looking at the various dresses they have lined up.
>sucking in the air my hand grips on Amber’s shoulder and I start guiding her around the store, to look at the various dresses lined up
>as I guide Amber around it’s becoming apparently that she really isn’t interested in looking at dresses all day
>She just wants one and done but I want her prom night to be special.
>So I continue parading her around the different dresses until I find a beautiful Yellow dress that would fit her greatly.
>I push her towards the dress “This one is good for you?”
>”Eh e…. Yeah. sure.” I sigh, Amber is becoming very annoyed which is also causing my blood to boil a bit too.
>”Listen Amber, I know you might find this annoying but I am doing this for you.”
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