Anne continued staring down at her shoes throughout the whole time, feeling the icy undertones of the girl's speech prickle over her neck. She dared not move, or even breathe too loudly, hence this girl snap out at her. Her usual fears were magnified tenfold in this situation, and it was all she could do to force a pair of timid blue eyes upward to glance at the girl.

She gasped quietly as the girl mentioned buying the dress for the ball. But... but that dress was hers! Maybe not physically, but in all the ways that mattered when it came to a beautiful dress in teenage social situations. She watched with a hint of greed in her eyes as the girl fondled the lovely material, and Anne pressed her lips together to control the little spurt of anger inside of her.

The question Tessa asked stung as if Anne had been pluned through thin eyes, and she sucked in a breath quickly. Her eyes drifted down and to the side, where she caught the hem of that delightful dress in her vision. "No," She said quietly, in what seemed to be barely above a whisper, "I have something else." Oh, but what she had (or didn't have, as she wasn't really planning on going anyway) didn't compare in anyway to what she wanted. Which was that dress. And only that dress. Oh, Anne, Anne, Anne. This is what you get for being vain.