Of Dolls and Women
Jun 10, 2014 16:13:58 GMT -5
Post by Rachel Kells on Jun 10, 2014 16:13:58 GMT -5
Rachel was in the middle of going shopping at the mall. Her mother had sent money for her to buy a new swimsuit because she had grown out of her old one. Flipping her hair over her shoulder Rachel looked between her three favorites, a blue one piece halter top swimsuit with ruffles on the bottom, a two piece blue and purple polka dotted bikini, and a simple black two piece tankini set. Rachel wasn't sure what to choose and was really at a lost. She supposed she had to try them on but she normally had her mom there to help her. That wasn't happening right now. Her mom was busy. That much Rachel understood at least.
Turning to look at the other shoppers around her Rachel's smile widened as she saw someone very pretty and very much taller then she was. This wasn't completely unexpected, after all the twelve year old was fairly small, even for her age. Biting her lip Rachel looked up at the much older lady and nodded her head. She would ask for some help, after all someone so beautiful must know what would look good and what would not look good on her. To Rachel the lady seemed to carry herself with grace, much like the princesses in the movies. Was this lady a princess?
Rachel game a small curtsy to the pretty lady and smiled up at her. "Excuse me miss, May I ask for your opinion?" Grinning from ear to ear Rachel averted her eyes and slowly looked up at the pretty lady. "Please Miss, I figured someone as beautiful as you would know if I looked good in something or not." Rachel looked up at her with puppy dog eyes and a smile. "I'm sorry if I am bothering you." Rachel put her hands behind her back and stood straight. Rachel was many things if not polite.
Turning to look at the other shoppers around her Rachel's smile widened as she saw someone very pretty and very much taller then she was. This wasn't completely unexpected, after all the twelve year old was fairly small, even for her age. Biting her lip Rachel looked up at the much older lady and nodded her head. She would ask for some help, after all someone so beautiful must know what would look good and what would not look good on her. To Rachel the lady seemed to carry herself with grace, much like the princesses in the movies. Was this lady a princess?
Rachel game a small curtsy to the pretty lady and smiled up at her. "Excuse me miss, May I ask for your opinion?" Grinning from ear to ear Rachel averted her eyes and slowly looked up at the pretty lady. "Please Miss, I figured someone as beautiful as you would know if I looked good in something or not." Rachel looked up at her with puppy dog eyes and a smile. "I'm sorry if I am bothering you." Rachel put her hands behind her back and stood straight. Rachel was many things if not polite.