Gretchen was now demonstrating the proper way for a southern belle to wave to parade goers, and the other girls were raising their hands in imitation of her, revealing their delicate glove buttons. I tried to copy her as well, keeping my elbow close to my waist and moving my hand from side to side They introduced themselves to me; the belle in pink was Claire, the belle in baby blue was Brandi, and the belle in light green was Laura. "And whats your name?" Brandi asked, winking. "Im Lisas boyfriend," I said, and everybody giggled. Brandi was on the far left. The girl in front of me was wearing orange. She turned around and smiled. "You look very pretty," she sai

Im Brandi." She had a Southern accent, and a thick one at that. Dylan took a sip of his drink. "Like your scotch?" she said. "When its around," he grinned. "Cheers," he motioned to Brandi and raised the cup to his mouth. "Cheers," she said, and took a small sip. "So whats in LA, a wedding or something?" he asked. After they had been talking for about 10 minutes, Dylan suddenly realized he was sitting with a true Southern Belle, the very kind of girl that he used to flee from in school. Being raised in the South as he was, he had seen this type of young girl forever. Pretty, sweet, shallow, small-minded, and one-dimensional, not her fault, it was just how she was

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If wearing a ball gown wasnt girlish enough, if wearing a wig and makeup wasnt girlish enough, if wearing long satin gloves that went up past my elbows with little buttons at the wrist wasnt girlish enough, well;the pantaloons definitely were the icing on the cake, these frilly, long girlish pants that pretty much could only be worn underneath a hoopskirt--they really served no other purpose, it seemed, other than to offer an additional prissy layer of feminine modesty to a southern belle with a sudden need to publicly adjust her hoops. " Brandi, one of the girls in my row, asked me. "I loved it!" I exclaimed, and she just laughed.

Sometimes my head is sore for days afterward." "Il faut souffrir pour etre belle," Laura murmured wistfully, remembering Brandi. Taneesha smiled. "Whats that . . . like, French? Do you speak French?" Laura shook her head. She raised a handful of strands of Taneeshas braids up to her face, smelling their fresh odors, then rubbing them against her lips. Taneesha watched her. Lauras eyes caught hers and saw that the girl was puzzled, as well as curious. "You really like it, dont you. I mean, you know, people like my braids, you know, but you seem to . . . I dont know, really like them." Laura smiled. Taneesha was very close to her now, closer than she had been yet, and

Peri, a junior modelled a fancy dress, and Belle modelled an evening gown that would have been far more attractive on someone who, shall we say, was a little more slender. There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last eveningwear model got ready. "Alphabetical order always works..." Caroline turned Brandi sideways giving us an excellent profile view. Stepping around the slightly trembling Bambi, she reached up and undid the clasp on the back of the emerald green bra, easing it around to the front, and up. Tentatively, she stepped to where Brandi had just vacated. Smiling even more broadly, Caroline stepped to Lois front and tugged her T-shirt up.