Quince Shopping-Flashback
ellatheprotestor:
“Angel - I’ve already went through this nonsense, you’d honestly think my mom was Spanish with how much she put into mine and Rosie’s.” Aine Martinez, the Irish Redhead went total Quince Momzilla, her abuela had been so proud. “It’s all about the poofy silky dresses, it’s just how it is.” The college student grabbed a dress of the rack and thrust it into Angel’s hands when the other dress was passed to her. “You’re the one that invited me so your mom wouldn’t come. She made me promise to find you a dress.” Ever since she had met Surge a couple of months back, she had gotten on really well with his family.
Angel giggled at Ella’s words, shaking their head as they imagined Ms. Martinez as a Quince Momzilla. Ella had become someone Angel had gotten closer to now that she was close to Surge. It was nice having her around and getting to do this kind of stuff with her. Angel frowned and held the dress close to their frame before walking to the dressing room. They struggled with the dress and grunted as they tried to get it on only to sit on the small couch in the dressing room. “Hey Ella…what if I don’t want to wear a dress?”













