
Dear Prom Dresses,
We see you there.
Displayed in every window of every clothing store in the mall. Just mocking us Freshman and Sophomores and Juniors (at least the ones without Senior boyfriends) . . . fancy, sparkly reminders of what we’re missing out on . . .
We see you, carefully folded and gently placed into shopping bags, carried out the door by girls getting ready for their big night . . . and all we can do is watch.
And wait.
Actually, the waiting isn’t as hard, because you’re expensive.
Love,
Tess
Labels: dress, Notes from the Underclass, prom
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