CHAPTER NINE

Evvie’s POV:

“Oh no. No, no, no!” I shook my head at the sexy black evening gown the sales lady was holding up to me.

“What’s wrong with it?” Pixie hurried over, as if to see what commotion I was starting in the establishment.

“Uhm, nothing?” I turned to her.

There isn’t a single problem with the dress, really. The problem is me.

“I’m not wearing that.” I said with finality, pointing at the devil.

“It’s the latest design. I think it will suit you.” The sales lady commented, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Well isn’t that telling something? Anything suits me as long as it pays them.

“Evvie, I know this isn’t your usual style, but I promise, it’s not too bad to try something new.” Pixie encouraged me.

I glared down at the dress and sighed.

“I’ll try it, but that doesn’t mean I’m wearing it to the ball.” I huffed, turning around and heading off to the dressing room.

The sales lady and my little friend Pixie both squealed in delight, and I shook my head but chuckled lightly.

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