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Jk. But, if you’re not at the house by 7:30, we will leave you behind and you’ll have to find your own ride there.

Raven

Dress code is Dress to Impress

Sage

No dress code is Vegas Club Wear.

Maeve

Since you guys can’t make up your mind, wear what’s comfortable for you and what you would wear to party in.

Sage

What she said.

Ihave a couple of hours to get ready before I have to meet at the Kappa Theta Alpha house. I go to my closet and look through the options before quickly realizing that none of them fit what Maeve suggested. “Alex!”

My roommate comes running, poking her head into my room. “Is everything alright, Naomi?”

“You know about this sister bonding night, yes?”

She nods.

“So you must know the ‘dress code’ then? I have nothing that fits into that description.”

Alex steps into my room. “Are you asking me for what I think you’re asking me for?”

I sigh, flopping onto my bed. “I need you to take me shopping.”

Alex cheers. “Yes! I’ve been waiting for this since you moved in.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Naomi, I love you, but you dress like my grandmother. You have a bangin’ body, but your clothes aren’t doing you any favors.”

I playfully roll my eyes, but Alex was right. Almost everything I own was picked out by my mother at some point. “Well, we’ve got a couple hours before I have to be at the Kappa house. We are going to the mall and I am giving you free rein to put together five outfits for me.”

Alex was practically vibrating at this point, bouncing up and down because she was so excited. “Alright, I can be ready to go in fifteen minutes,” she says, running out of the room.

I laugh to myself, getting up to get dressed. I throw on a pair of green joggers, a white T-shirt, and a pair of running sneakers. I grab my crossbody bag and sling it across my chest, throwing my twists into a ponytail. I meet Alex in the living room and we walk out to her car, heading to the mall.

“Come on, Naomi, let me see!”

“This was a mistake, giving you free rein. I feel naked.”

“You’re being dramatic, come on out!”

This was the fourth store we’ve stopped at, and everything has been way out of my comfort zone. Alex convinced me to buy two outfits: a pink, satin, midi-length shift dress, a pair of navy paper bag pants, and a low-back yellow halter top. Everything else though has been too revealing for my personal comfort, and even that halter top was pushing it.

For instance, the outfit Alex had me in now—a short, high-waisted, medium-wash denim skirt and a sheer, strapless, black, lace body suit. The cups of the bodysuit were lined, thankfully, but between the boning and low neckline, this outfit left very little to the imagination. I take a deep breath, stepping out of the dressing room stall to show Alex. “That’s cute!”

I look in the mirror, tugging at the hem of the skirt, knowing full well I can’t pull it down any further. “I’m uncomfortable,” I grumble.

“What part of it makes you uncomfortable? The body suit? The skirt?”

“Both.”