Dress Shop, Mainland -- Late Morning Friday

[give_areason]

Dress shopping. She was out dress shopping.

Elena had arrived and, like a miniature whirlwind had dropped her things off at the hotel, tracked Rosalind down and, before she could properly articulate her distaste for this plan-yes, even though she'd agreed to look at dresses for Elena with Elena-had been swept off to the mainland. And once there

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[findingelena]

Elena followed her sister's gaze and shuddered.

"Maybe it's a decoy," she said. "Anyone that tries it on is banned from the store for bad taste."

Look, she'd worked at Pixie Dust. It wasn't that ridiculous an idea.

[give_areason]

"Do you actually believe that's the theory behind it?" Rosalind asked, very dubiously. "I am more inclined to believe that someone thinks that is fashionable."

[findingelena]

"Maybe some of the customers here are color-blind?" she asked. "I guess if people want to wear something that tacky, they might as well sell it?"

She stopped at one rack abruptly and pulled out a long, deep purple dress. "You need to try this on," she said, holding it out.

[give_areason]

"We're shopping for you," Rosalind reminded her. "This is not all about me."

That was a 'no', Elena. As she eyed the way the dress--gaped. There was no need for it to be cut so low.