While in her room, Ashleigh rushed herself to find something more… appropriate to wear. Pulling open her dresser drawer, her hands deftly searched through to find something that was good enough to wear out with Wes. And, also… pausing, Ashleigh realized that she hadn’t actually taken a second to think about what was going on here. Nothing of the suspicious realm, it was just that she was actually going on a date with Wes. The vampire. The vampire who she wasn’t entirely sure she would see again (not that the kiss that she had gotten from him had been misleading. The passing time just seemed to play with her mind a bit. And she wasn’t one with the best self-esteem either.)
A smile stretched across her lips, and she felt giddy. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time; not without a new book in her hands. Enough day dreaming, a voice in the back of her head sounded, bringing her back to reality. You have an extremely good looking man out there waiting to take you out. On an honest to goodness date. And she had no clue what to wear.
After a few more minutes of rummaging around, she found a simple black dress. It had spaghetti straps, and was cut straight across her chest without revealing anything. High-waisted and accented at the hem (which reached just past her knees) with a simple black lace. Ashleigh changed into it quickly, discarding her clothes on the floor of her bedroom. Sliding her feet into a pair of plain ballet flats (she wasn’t a huge fan of heels, she was prone to falling and clumsy acts too much to care for them), Ashleigh stood before the full length mirror that hung on the back of her closet door. Biting her lower lip, she ran a hand through her hair. The cameo rested just above the neckline of her dress, looking as if it were picked out with pure precision for this exact outfit.
Ashleigh let out a sigh and figured that this was as best as it was going to get, it wasn’t that she looked bad per se, she just didn’t think she looked good enough for Wes. But, again, it was the best she could do on short notice. She grabbed a plain black mid-length trench coat (arguably the dressiest coat she owned) and headed out of her bedroom.