Stephanie Adams had always been the quirky friend of her group. She was a 5'7" white girl with vivid blonde hair, a slim figure and good looks, making her a hit with anyone she met, no matter how random. She was skilled with both paintbrush and pencil, she was brimming with creative ideas and was always down for a good time, no matter the outcome. Despite her outgoing ways and positive attitude, there was always one thing Stephanie hated more than anything; Christmas.
It wasn't because of previous childhood experiences, it wasn't because she found her job stressful, it was simply because, every single year, she would find herself spending Christmas alone. You see, even though she was close with her family, they lived too far away for her to visit them, and her friends were always busy with their own arrangements, so she would always end up with a Christmas dinner for one and a soppy Christmas film.
Another lonely Christmas was approaching, and Stephanie was putting up her tree with a miserable look on her face. She plugged the lights in and watched as they twinkled. She sighed, and fell into her sofa. "why does this always happen?" she asked herself, flicking through her phone. She watched as all her friends celebrated with their families, tables packed with jolly people and hearty food. "if only my family lived closer, then I'd be able to visit them" she moaned, pulling herself off the sofa. She grabbed a box of decorations and started hanging them on the branches of her artificial tree. Suddenly, her phone rang. "hello?" she replied eagerly. "hey, Steph?" a voice replied on the other end of the phone. "hey tiff!" she exclaimed. "what's up?" "well," Tiffany began, "we're planning a Christmas party for the girls of the art department. you wanna come?" Steph could feel her hands shaking with excitement, but she kept her composure. "sure. where's it happening?" she asked. "well, we manage to hire this little nightclub in town. we've got the place for the whole night, so it's just us" Stephanie smiled. "I assume the dress code's relaxed?" she asked, curious. 'if it is, then I have some great ideas for outfits' she thought to herself. "yeah, wear what you want. everyone's making their own costumes, so wear as little or as much as you want." tiffany explained. "k, bye" Steph said hurriedly, ending the call. she grabbed a pillow and giggled. "finally!" she cried, laughing.
Steph hurried upstairs, and started digging through her wardrobe. Pulling out all her clothes, she looked at them all, and sighed. "what to wear?" she asked herself. "i mean, I could probably make a new outfit from my old clothes. or..." she looked at the bottom of the wardrobe and spied a box of tinsel. "i could improvise"