My Dress- Jemima

“DAD, MUM, I NEED HELP!”
My mum and dad came rushing down the long and deserted corridor. They managed to get to my room before I had to scream out to them again.
‘What is it my precious daughter? What do you want?”
“Bella said she is going with Bob and Charlotte said she is going with James. I said I was going with Steve!”
On my mum’s and dad’s faces were confusion and annoyance.
“So why do you need us?”
“I need help. I’m going to make a dress, but what colour should it be?” My parents walked out of the room.