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Harper I’d play along, so I guess I’d have to suck it up.
    Harper was the first to respond, telling her that we needed a cute cocktail dress. She told her we wanted it in red and she wanted it to be a fitted—but not too short—dress with a flare on the bottom. Sarah said she had a few options for me to try on. Hmmm… maybe I needed to take Harper shopping with me from now on. She knew just what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to ask for it. Sarah began pulling dresses off the rack and putting them in the fitting room while Harper was mingling over by the shoe section. Ha, okay maybe I could see the reason for the name.
    “Ok Miss, I have a few for you to try on.”
    I followed Sarah into the fitting room and she briefly showed me the dresses she had pulled before exiting, closing the curtain behind her. I turned and began removing my clothes but stopped to take in the selections in front of me. My first thought was that none of the dresses would fit me. But as I took the first dress off the hanger and slid it over my body, I realized that it fit me like a glove. I turned around in the mirror while reaching on the side of me, and zipped the dress up. Yup, just like a glove. Okay so maybe Harper was on to something. The dress was a deep red, almost burgundy, color. It had rouching all around it—making me appear slimmer—and a heart shaped neckline. It was sleeveless and stopped just below mid-thigh. At least I wouldn’t feel like I was being scandalous wearing something this length.
    “You ready? I’m not sure I want to try on anymore dresses. This one feels pretty good.”
    “Well, get out here and let me see then.” Harper replied.
    I pulled the curtain back and took my first step out of the dressing room and moved up on to a platform in front of three mirrors designed to give you a full view. I watched Harper in the mirror and she looked all over my body as I stood in front of her.
    “Well?” I pleaded for any sort of reaction from her. Maybe I will be trying on more dresses.
    Harper let out a low whistle and gave a motion with her finger for me to spin around. I obliged and stopped when I faced her again. Her face lit up with a huge smile of approval. “Holy shit Em, wait until everyone gets a load of you in that dress.”
    “Really, you like it? I mean I love the way that it feels and I don’t think I look so chubby in it. Ow!” I reached up to rub my forehead. Harper had thrown something at my head.
    “You shut your filthy mouth! You are not chubby and you never have been. Now try these shoes on and we’ll see if you are a total disaster in heels.”
    “Ugh, heels Harper? Can’t I wear flats or something? Heels hurt my feet!” I was seriously whining now.
    “Jesus you really are trying to kill me aren’t you?”
    I giggled and took the shoes out of her hands and slid them on. They were black with three inch heels, a strap over the toes. Another strap ran over the top of my foot, up to a clasp that wrapped around my ankle. Once again, Harper had picked out perfect shoes. I tended to take off any heels I wore within the first hour of having them on, but these felt so comfortable that they just might make it through the night.
    “Yep, just as I thought! You may be short but you have great legs and with just enough heel your legs look long and perfect.” Harper doted.
    “Can we not talk about my height? I actually love being short thank you very much!”
    “Uh huh, Em tell me something. Can you reach the top shelf of your kitchen cabinets or do you need to still use a chair like a six year old kid?” Harper was mocking me now.
    I stayed silent for a few seconds, “Oh shut up and help me get out of this so we can check out.” She laughed at me because she knew she had made her point.
    Sarah had been surprisingly quiet during our time in the store. Huh… I wonder if that’d had anything to do with Harper. She placed my new dress in a hanging bag and rang it up along with the shoes. I