“What do you think?” Amy asked. She held up a bright yellow sundress under her chin. It fell down to just below her knees. She peered down at the ground trying to decide whether or not she liked it on herself.
“I like it.” Henry said, nodding his head.
Amy lifted her chin to look up at him sitting in a chair on the other side of the changing room. He shrugged his shoulders once he noticed her staring at him.
“You don’t really have an opinion, do you? You’re just telling me what you think I want you to say.” Amy deadpanned.
Amy sighed, putting the dress back onto the rack.
“I mean, I think it would look good on you if you tried it on. I’m trying to pay attention, I really am.” Henry said. He stood up and walked over to Amy putting both hands on her shoulders. “Seriously, I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to dress shopping. You’re just going to have to bear with me and use your own judgment sometimes.”
Amy inhaled deeply and then finally nodded after a brief moment of silence. “You’re right. I did bring you here against your will.”
“Yes, you did.” Henry snorted.
Amy smiled. “I’m going to try on that dress!” she turned right around and headed into the dressing room.
“Great!” Henry grinned.
Once Amy was in the small private room with the door closed, Henry groaned and looked at his watch. They had been at the store for two hours already and Amy still hadn’t picked anything out to wear to meet his parents.
He knew that some girls took forever to shop, pick out their clothes, and get ready to go some places, but he never imagined that he would be stuck in a store for this long waiting for Amy to pick out one simple outfit.
In a flash, Amy stepped out of the dressing room with the yellow sundress on. She held out her arms and spun around in it.
“Well? Now what do you think?”
Henry flinched at its brightness.
Amy frowned. “You don’t think it looks good on me?”
“I just don’t think the color flatters you…” Henry said honestly.
Amy bowed her head somberly.
“What’s wrong with what you have in your closet, anyway?” Henry asked.
Amy looked up with a smirk. “Henry, you have to bear with me on this. I have no experience shopping for a dress to impress meet my fiancé’s parents.”
Henry put his hands into his pockets. “Okay, you got me on that one…”
Amy turned back around and headed into the dressing room again.
Henry thought for a moment and then called out to her. “Remember, they don’t know that you’re my fiancé yet.”