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from Moon Dance by Shirley Holder Platt

Copyright © 2019–2020 Shirley Holder Platt

Chapter 6 - Mia

“How do I look?” I asked Espy as I spun around in front of my floor length mirror in the pink Dirty Dancing dress I’d found at a resale shop. It was pale pink and had lots of layers of petticoat material to make the skirt stand out. It would look great when we were dancing.

“You look fantastic. Nobody will put you in a corner, baby,” she said with a big smile.

She knew I liked it when she referred to old movies. That was one of the things we shared in common, a love for stuff like that. Her brother was like that too. I wished I had a brother like hers. I stared at myself in the mirror trying to decide what else I needed to complete the outfit.

“Should I put my hair up? I think it’ll be cooler if it’s off my neck, but guys like long hair. Oh, I never know what to do on a first date. Are you like that or is it just me?”

“Well, I was that way until I met Justin. For some reason I felt like we were meant for each other from the beginning.”

“That’s so cool. I believe in love at first sight. Do you?”


“I mean, the first time I saw Miles, I got all flushed and excited at the same time. I wanted him to come over to that table and plant a big one on me so bad it hurt. And then it took him half the night to come over. It was painful waiting for him. I kept thinking he wasn’t interested, but then he kept looking over at me. You know?”

Espy rolled her eyes and sat down on my bed. “I know, Mia. You’ve told me like a hundred times.”

“I’m nervous. I sort of run at the mouth when I’m excited.”

“That’s saying a lot. You always run at the mouth,” she said.

“Are you laughing at me?” She was laughing. I knew that. I just wasn’t sure if she was laughing with me or at me.

“No, you nut. I’m laughing because you are so nervous. It’s cute. Really, it is. I remember when I would throw all the clothes in my closet around the room looking for the right thing to impress Justin. Now I just wear all the black t-shirts I had from my Goth girl days. He seems to like me in black.”

“Girl. He likes you in nothing. That’s what he likes you in.” I punched her in the arm as I sat beside her. The full skirt of my dress filled up half the bed.

“You need a necklace. Maybe a string of pearls?” she said.

“Yeah, like where am I gonna get a string of pearls?”

“You don’t have to wear real ones. I’ve got some fake ones. You wanna borrow?”

“Yes!” I hugged her. She’s so generous for a rich girl. I want to think I’d be that way if I ever had money, but who knows? I might be so busy shopping, I’d forget all about the poor people who knew me when.

“Now for the shoes. How about these?” She’d gone to my closet and was rummaging around. She held up a pair of flats in a pearl white color that I’d never worn.

“Those are perfect. I’ve been afraid to get them dirty, so I’ve been saving them for a special occasion.”

“I think this qualifies,” she said.

“Let’s see.” I slipped them on and twirled again. “Definitely need to put the hair up,” I said.

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