#Chapter 68: Old Dogs New Tricks

Aria “Come on, Aria! This one is perfect for you!” Bella exclaimed, holding up a floor-length emerald gown that shimmered under the thrift shop’s dim lighting. I laughed, shaking my head. “Bella, that dress would make me look like a sequined asparagus.” She burst into giggles. “Yeah, but you’d be an elegant sequined asparagus.” “Yeah… I think I’ll pass,” I snorted as I rifled through the rack of gowns. The thrift shop was a treasure trove of forgotten gems and vintage wonders. Racks upon racks of dresses, each with its own story, beckoned to us. The air was filled with the subtle scent of old fabric, and classic rock played on the radio. Bella and I often liked to visit this thrift shop whenever I felt like shopping. The majority of Bella’s wardrobe was thrifted, and she always knew how to find the best things—hence why I agreed to shop here for our masquerade outfits. “Try this one,” I suggested, handing Bella a deep burgundy dress with lace