Mighty Have Fallen

Dawn's POV

Red. black, silver, blue, green, basically every colour you could think of lines the walls of this dress boutique. Thousands of coat hangers held thousands of beautiful ball and cocktail dresses of all shapes, styles, and fabrics. Despite this wide variety of dresses, I didn't like any of them.

"No, you don't understand. I need something sophisticated and elegant, but I also need something I can move around in." I explain to the shop assistant, and she nods her head franticly before scurrying off to the other side of the shop.

"What's wrong with the dress you have on? I think you look amazing." Finn comments, in between bites of crisps from the packet of chips he brought with him. He's been lounging on the couch, making comments on the dresses I'm trying on, which I wish he would stop as he refuses to say even one negative comment, which is making choosing a dress very difficult.