Charlotte looked around at the fifth thrift place they'd stopped at. She couldn't believe it. She'd spent most of the day with Bella and Emily. It was a shock, actually. Had she meant to spend this much time with them? Actually, Bella. She was so thorough, going through dresses, pants, tops. She just wanted Charlotte to have a fashion show.
"But-" That was about all Charlotte got out. She'd get in one out fit, show it to Bella, and she'd be back to try on another. It was really irritating some woman, who's teenage son just hung around at the dressing room to see what she might come out in.
"Well, I don't need a prom dress." Charlotte wondered how many times she'd have to put on all these one shoulder sparkly numbers that she could only show up in Vegas in. "I don't think I want one."
"But you never know when you might need it, and did you see how cheap it is?" Bella reminded her.
She finally bought one just to make her shut up. Emily wasn't as persistent, just with Gib who she walked around with. After a while she sat with him.
"I think Emily should go home," Charlotte said at one point, thinking Emily was overdue a rest for her time of catering to every need of Bella's.
"She's just fine," Bella kept insisting who looked as if she hadn't had so much fun in a long time.
"Well, I'm getting her this." Charlotte pulled out a black lacy skirt that might have been more of a petticoat of some sort. It was so romantic and rather Emily to Charlotte.
"Why?" Bella looked at her blankly.
"Because," Charlotte didn't think she needed to explain. Then she reached in a tub of T-shirts and found an old "Ramones" black shirt for a quarter. "Perhaps you could make a tube top out of this." And she tossed it to her. Really, she didn't want to pay for anything she got Bella, but she supposed she would. "I think I've found enough stuff. We should go home." Just about then Rosco was calling her on her cell, wondering where she was.