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Rogue shimmied the gem tone blue satin off her hips and down her legs and stepped out of it. She pulled a floor length, peach-cream dress off a hanger and started figuring out how to pull it on.
"I'm battin' oh for three," she called through the dressing room wall, toward the only other occupied stall. For as bustling as the island version of Manhattan was, it still seemed quiet. Guess that was what you got when you had ghosts making up a population of millions, but Rogue couldn't give a damn. Seized with a fervent desire for normalcy and indulgence, she had rung Madelyne up for brunch with bottomless mimosas, manipedis, and holiday shopping. Not for presents- no point, since it would all be gone- but Rogue wanted party dresses. And stupidly expensive jeans.
And shoes.
She'd made them stop at the make up counter for an absurdly long amount of time, going through different moisturizers, finding a deeply scarlet, heavily pigmented lip balm and gloss and some silky black liquid eyeliner, and some blush, and some brow highlighter because why not, and had carefully lined each eyelid with a champagne gold shadow to make the green pop before actually heading to the dress department.
Rogue had never been able to afford shopping at Bergdorf Goodman's. She was going to take advantage, now.
"Find anything yet?"
"I'm battin' oh for three," she called through the dressing room wall, toward the only other occupied stall. For as bustling as the island version of Manhattan was, it still seemed quiet. Guess that was what you got when you had ghosts making up a population of millions, but Rogue couldn't give a damn. Seized with a fervent desire for normalcy and indulgence, she had rung Madelyne up for brunch with bottomless mimosas, manipedis, and holiday shopping. Not for presents- no point, since it would all be gone- but Rogue wanted party dresses. And stupidly expensive jeans.
And shoes.
She'd made them stop at the make up counter for an absurdly long amount of time, going through different moisturizers, finding a deeply scarlet, heavily pigmented lip balm and gloss and some silky black liquid eyeliner, and some blush, and some brow highlighter because why not, and had carefully lined each eyelid with a champagne gold shadow to make the green pop before actually heading to the dress department.
Rogue had never been able to afford shopping at Bergdorf Goodman's. She was going to take advantage, now.
"Find anything yet?"
