Lucy jumped when she heard Ben's voice, so immersed in her thoughts that she'd almost forgotten that he was waiting for her. "I'll, uh, be out in a minute!" she shouted back, trying to keep the panic out of her voice and all but failing. She stood up and started tearing through her clothes again — god, why had she brought so many?! She should've just brought a couple, then this whole making-a-decision thing wouldn't have been nearly so difficult...
Finally, realizing she was being stupid, she closed her eyes, stuck her hand in the pile, grabbed something, and pulled. Whatever she grabbed, that's what she'd be wearing, and that was final. She opened her eyes, inspecting her choice, and smiled, relieved. Now that she had it in her hands, it was really a no-brainer. This dress was pretty, flattering, and best of all, she knew she felt comfortable in it. Why hadn't she just picked this one from the start? She shook her head at herself as she slipped it on. She could be so silly sometimes, it was a wonder anyone put up with her at all.
Taking one last look at herself in the mirror and judging herself favorably, she slipped out of her hiding place and back into the hotel room, peeking around the door shyly before stepping all the way through. She saw Ben waiting for her and smiled, relaxing at just the sight of him. "Sorry about that, honey. Next time don't let me bring so many outfits, okay? It'll be better for everyone." She laughed nervously and hovered by the doorway, still a little uncertain though she was certain she looked good.