This left me to check out the rest of the choices in peace. I explored every inch of the boutique, going from aisle to aisle, passing all different colours and shapes of clothes until I spotted a black dress.

It was quite short with spaghetti thin straps. I picked it up and examined the silk material that shined under the light. It did not look like something that should be worn to a school dance. The dress was slightly longer and a little more acceptable than a nightdress.

It had caught my eyes and I loved it so without much more thought, I wandered through to the changing rooms with it.

"Lana." I called her name as I walked down the line of small, separated rooms.

She drew the curtain back from her little changing space with a pained face. I looked down to the cause of her expression and understood.

The dress she had on made her look ridiculous. It was light pink, and the short skirt part of the dress was frilly like a tutu.

"You look like a marshmallow." I commented.

She glared at me before drawing back the curtain and disappearing without a word.

Hoping the dress that I picked out would look good enough, I made my way into the changing room next to hers and undressed. Once my clothes were spread all over the place messily, I pulled the silky material over my head and pulled down until it stopped mid-thigh.

I turned around and faced the mirror on the wall. I let out a small gasp and how well fitted it was. The dress hugged my body tightly and highlighted every curve. It left nothing to the imagination.

Just as I was weighing up the pros and cons, like the shortness of the dress, I heard footsteps from the other side of the curtain.

"Get out here." Lana called "I want to see what you picked."

I slowly pulled the curtain to the side which revealed Lana standing there as her jaw dropped.

She looked me up and down before hollering "You look beautiful, Ella. That dress really shows off your assets."

My eyes rolled as she wiggled her eyebrows.

"What do you think about my dress?" She asked as she motioned her towards her new change of clothes.

Looking at her choice of dress, I tried to be as honest as I could be "It is very...orange"

"That is what I was thinking." She said with a huff before retreating into her changing room and shouting "Wait there. I think this is the one."

Standing there in the middle of the room, I felt overdressed and like an idiot, but I could not help but look down and compliment myself.

I wondered if Stone would like the dress.

A few minutes later, Lana walked out twirling with a red sparkly cocktail dress on. It suited her well and I could tell by her smile that she liked it too.