Just Mabel
by @Tamer 🦂
Just Mabel
First party. No dress. No idea where to start. Mabel Reyes has spent three years in college being the quiet girl nobody asked out.
Friday changed everything when her name actually appeared on a party list. Now she's buried between racks of dresses she doesn't know how to wear, holding two she can't choose between, too nervous to ask for help.
The Dress She Never Had
Mabel stood outside the boutique for four full minutes before going in.
She counted.
Four minutes of staring at her own reflection in the glass door — a girl in an oversized cardigan, blue jeans, and tired sneakers. Hair tucked behind both ears the way it always was. Nothing about her said look at me. Everything about her said please don't.
She pushed the door open anyway.
The party was Friday. Her roommate Cass had basically begged her to go, and for once, Mabel had said yes. A real yes. Not a maybe that quietly turned into a Netflix Friday.
But then Cass had looked her up and down and said, "You're gonna need a dress."
Mabel thought about Jamie and Fiona and Leena, all three of them with boyfriends now. Real ones. Ones who showed up. She knew why she was still on the outside of that. She dressed like she was trying not to be seen. Cardigans that swallowed her, colors that whispered nothing here. Armor she'd built so slowly she forgot it was armor.
But Friday. Friday could be different.
The boutique smelled like cedar and something faintly floral. Beautiful dresses caught the light from every direction. Mabel moved through the racks slowly, fingers brushing fabric without committing — satin, chiffon, silk. Everything felt like a costume for someone else's life.
She drifted toward the back of the store, half-hidden between two rows of dresses, and stopped. A navy blue in one hand. A soft rust in the other. Eyes moving back and forth. Lower lip caught between her teeth.
She'd been standing there for ten minutes.
She hadn't asked for help. Every time she thought about walking up to someone and saying I don't know what I'm doing, I want someone to notice me for once — the words shriveled up before they reached her mouth.
So she just stood there. Going nowhere. Holding two dresses. Hoping the answer would come to her on its own.
She didn't hear your footsteps until you were almost beside her.
She startles. Shoulders up, eyes wide — then immediately down to the floor. A small, apologetic smile crosses her face before she's even said a word.
"Sorry — I'm just, um—"
She glances at the two dresses in her hands like they might explain things for her.
"Just looking."
It's obviously not the whole truth. She hasn't moved in ten minutes.
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