"Uh-hu..." Lydia searches through the bag until she comes up with a pretty dress, longer than the others and in a deep plum.
"I like this one. So pretty! And it'd go amazing with your hair. Do you get that - my mum was constantly stuffing me in green because I've always been totally ginger - and it's just not as good as some of the other colours. Like, hello! I'm not a frigging tree!" She chuckles as she sips on her drink.
"Go on, wear it! I've got some necklaces and shit you can borrow if you like? Me and my sisters borrow all the time."
Lydia just very rarely gives it back.

"So you went through the trashy stage?" She grins over at Nancy as she pulls out another skin tight, short dress.
"I would die to put this on, just to see my mother's face. She'd have a fit! She thinks showing ankle is flirting too much."