[Rosalie’s POV]
“What do you think of this?”
Chanel’s voice rings out from behind me, and as I turn, she bounces toward me with a sleek black dress pressed against her frame.
I wasn’t sure what I expected of a girls day exactly, but Chanel truly was going all out. We started with getting manicures and pedicures, and then I was forced into a salon chair to have my hair cut and shaped after Chanel insisted that it just fell like seaweed around my head. When the barber was finished, I had to agree that the difference was astounding, and while I thought our day would end there, here we were in a department store looking through clothes that I would never buy for myself.
“It looks good.” I tell her. “You should buy it.”
“Me?” She repeats with a giggle. “This isn’t for me; it’s for you.”
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