It’s Saturday, the day of Lily’s party and no matter how much I begged, pleaded and down right guilt tripped my best friend, I still find myself sat in an uncomfortable short backed chair next to Mrs Clark as she oohed and ahh’ed whilst Lily stomped out of the changing rooms in dress after dress.
I swear, someone in the heavens hates me, this is like a slow painful torture, we have been here for hours and they all look the same!
‘Oh this one is stunning don’t you think Brandon?’ came Mrs Clark’s voice pulling me from my mood. Looking up I see Lily making vomiting faces behind her mother’s back, giving me an evil glare, silently warning me of pain if I dared to agree with her mother about the polka dot dress she was wearing.
‘Umm, uhh . . ‘I stuttered unsure how to keep both women appe
