You know you've got to think fast, otherwise you'll just end up being a part of the cushion when all is said and done. So, with every bit of sincerity you can muster, you say the first thing that comes into your mind.
"You look fine to me, Ms. Jennings," you manage and then realizing this isn't early enough to placate her plow on, "in fact, absolutely gorgeous. I mean, if you'll permit me to be so bold, I see a lot of women come through this place but none have looked better in that style of dress than you do."
There is absolute silence as Rose just stares at you in shock. You know you've got the advantage of surprise here and have got to capitalize on it before it goes away. Besides, you're well aware that you're probably going to get sat on and squashed any minute now...but maybe if you get her to like you at least a little it won't be as unpleasant as it usually is. Hope springs eternal after all. You swallow hard, figuring you might as well bite the bullet now and just have this over with.
"I'm sorry if you don't agree," you say, "but take it from me, when I first saw you try on that dress it was all I could do not to ask if I couldn't be your date to the party. I mean, as if you'd be seen in public with a little shrimp like me. Naturally, we can figure out another dress for you...if I can't convince you of how beautiful you look in that one."
The silence carries on for a moment. Well, you think to yourself, maybe you did lay it on a little thick. Still it's up to her as to how this all goes. She might just decide to treat you as cruelly as she was intending at first. But then again you might have at least gained a few points with her given your well-timed flattery. Given you don't have really anything to lose, it has to be worth a try. Indeed, you see that her cheeks have gone pink, although you don't know if that has to do with her residual anger or if your flirtation actually had an affect.
"Do...do you really think I look beautiful?" Rose finally asks, seeming to find her voice again, "In...in this?"
"Yes, you look like a goddess," you tell her, "Trust me. Anybody who's told you otherwise obviously has no taste at all."
Now she's smiling and you can tell that the redness in her cheeks is definitely a blush. Well, you think, perhaps you've gotten through this one unscathed. A rare occurrence to be sure. However, just as you begin to think this...
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