SIDERIUS CLASSIC 100-WORD
COMPETITION, 2024
Emma stared at her reflection, her auburn curls covering the shoulder straps of dress number six.
“I’m not sure. Maybe a darker colour would be better.”
Phoebe shrieked. “No way! Trust me. Would I let you turn up to the prom looking ridiculous?”
Emma hesitated, remembering examples of Phoebe’s selfishness. “Let me try this emerald gown.”
Emma gasped as she admired the confident woman facing her.
Phoebe frowned. “You look like a Christmas tree. I won’t be seen with you in that.”
Emma smiled. “Then this dress is perfect.”