Valentina Wright's POV:
You're Fat...Fat...Fat. I utter to myself as I examine my reflection in the mirror. This dress does nothing for my body. I reach for another one-- a beautiful red one-- The silky material catches my attention.
"You're not fat Valentina you are Latina." my mother corrects me as if my heritage is going to make me feel somewhat better. "You are curvy not fat so don't say that again."
"Well this 'Latina curves' aren't helping my problem right now."I holler back from behind the change room; while I fight my ass to fit into the gorgeous dress.
However, I eventually give up and move to the next one. With only two hours left to find the perfect dress for graduation I am feeling extremely irritated. Why did I leave it to the last minute? Now I am here trying a dress in a store I wouldn't usually buy anything; Sally's boutique is knowing for expensive wear and I sure as hell can't afford anything from here. Yet, my mother had insisted on it-- something about her saving for a few years for this occasion. You see none of my siblings had graduated from High school and it made me the first in my family to graduate with honors.
My eyes catch the dress behind an ugly purple one; I can see that it's gorgeous. The fitted structure will cling to me; hardly concealing anything. The sheer fabric glistened in the light and the flecks of gold in the luxurious champagne color make it look a million dollars, doesn't every girl want to look a million dollars?
I tried to picture myself in this supreme dress at the graduation party and I pictured myself dancing, twirling to the music with the fabric wrapping around me. it is a glorious sight, enough to make my heart race at the thought of trying it on.
I quickly grab it and walk into it. It is stunning and it fits my body perfectly. "I think I found the one." I whisper to myself, but then notice the price; it makes me rethink if it is worth the money. "Mama perhaps we can look somewhere else it is crazy expensive here."
"How about you let me worry about that and get your ass out here so I can see what it looks like." My mom's tick accent comes out as she yells at me and I know better then not to listen to her.
I slowly open the dressing room door and attempt not to trip as I walk out, the dress is a little long and without heals it drags on the floor.
My mom stays quiet as I walk out the dressing room-- so unusual for her. "Oh Valentina you look beautiful." She comes closer to me and moves a string of hair to the back of my ear. "You're going to be the most beautiful girl at the party. " I smile and turn around to take a good look at myself in the big mirror.
"It is beautiful but it is too much mama."
"No buts, you're getting it." My mother smiles and proceeds to the counter to pay for the dress.
I gaze at my reflection in the mirror and bite my lip -- Will Dante like it as much?