Callie looked at the pile of clothes that was sprayed across her brand new bedroom. She and Cristina had split a deposit on the apartment. Callie loved it. She loved the fireplaces in the rooms. She placed her hands on her hips, her hair and make-up perfect but the thing missing was her dress. She couldn't decide o what to wear. She stood clad in her black bra and matching lacy boy shorts, staring at the last few dresses on her bed. "Why is this so freaking hard? It's just a date. Just a date, Callie. You've done this before." she muttered to herself.
She sighed, sitting down on her bed, placing her head in her hands. "only it's with the most wonderful person in the freaking world!" she said and threw herself agaisnt the bed. Her arms flew above her head, staring at the ceiling. She sat back up and looked at the three dresses remaining. One was a read, spaghetti strapped dress that ended above hr knee. She picked it up and tossed it with the others. It looked too much like a fuck me now dress. She picked up the second. It was blue and not her size any longer. It too joined the others. The last was a black dress that when on hugged her curves just right. The capped sleeves showed off the muscles she had, but they weren't overbearing.
She slipped the dress over her head and then examined herself in the mirror on her wardrobe. Perfect. She grabbed teh strappy heels and sat down to put them on.