'What about this one?' Gnomie asked, holding up a beautiful wine red evening dress.
'Oooh.... it's beautiful... oh... but it's a size 8' I respond, the disappointment tangible.
'I reckon it'll fit you. Come on, lets try it. I bet you it'll be fine.'
We walk to the fitting rooms, and I start to pull the dress on over my head. It sticks firm at my hips....
'see, told you...'
'no no, try stepping into it, it's a fishtail, so it's one of those ones that goes in and out and then back in again.' I giggle slightly at Gnomies comment, but proceed to pull the dress back over my head and step into it.
'please, please, please' I beg to the unseen fitting room Gods....
I breathe in, and it slips over my hips and settles.
Gnomie turns to me. 'Oh wow... that's gorgeous'.
'You think?'
'Absolutely. We have a winner'
I take a step back and smile gently, reveling in the moment.
It took me the rest of the day to stop gloating.... 'It's a size 8 you know...'
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