With a minute to spare, Sara managed to snag a short yellow dress, a pair of ridiculously high, blue trashy heels -- now she knew where Ella got those hot Catwoman sandals -- and a bright pink blazer that smelled almost exactly like marshmallows.

"Okay, time for our fashion show!!!!!" Ella called.

The girls formed a line in the jewelry room, at the top of the dressing room stairs. They waited for Ella to call each of them down individually.

Sara studied the other girls' outfits.

Trish had pulled on what actually looked like a wedding dress. However, Trish insisted that Ella's mother wore it as a ballgown to a film festival a few years ago.

Ironically, Dalia, Kimber, and Layla looked somewhat similar. Each of the girls wore black and white colored clothing, though Layla's long skirt had large red polka dots on it.

As Sara admired her reflection in a tiny hanging mirror, she was startled to hear an extremely loud crash from the dressing room below. The crash was quickly followed by Ella's ear-splitting shriek.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????" Ella yelled.

Sara and the other girls looked at one another in alarm.

Kimber, who was closest to the stairs, called down to Ella. "Girl! Everything all right?"

After a minute, they heard Ella's loud, drunken laughter. "IT'S FINE! COME ON DOWN, KIMBER. YOU'RE UP FIRST!"

Kimber shrugged her shoulders at the girls behind her. Then she disappeared down to the next floor.

A few minutes later, Ella called Layla. Then it was Dalia's turn, and finally Trish's.

Sara struggled to hear what was going on below. An air purifier had started up and its noise drowned out the girls' voices from below. She could just barely hear Ella's 'Oohs and Ahs'. Followed by a chorus of laughter.

After what felt like forever, Ella called for Sara.

Sara smoothed out her yellow dress. She made sure her right heel was actually fastened onto her foot. Stepping nimbly onto the narrow flight of stairs, she descended down to the main dressing room.

A music track pumped soft rock songs from a speaker hidden within the wall. Someone had spritzed Chanel Number 5 perfume into the air. Its strong scent engulfed Sara as she entered the lower level.

A cloud of adorable airy bubbles from a small bubble machine danced around Sara's arms and shoulders.

Sara, still a bit tipsy from chugging half her drink, leaned back onto the stair rail in a very suggestive pose.

"WHOAAAA, GIRLFRIEEEEEND! Work it out! Move that booty!" Ella yelled, happily.

The group of girls applauded as Sara did a slight bow, tossing her pearl emerald necklace for effect while Ella snapped pictures.

Sara slowly descended the stairs to the fluffy, Flakati carpet.

As she did a final, silly pirouette for Ella's camera, she spotted a pair of very familiar, very unexpected buttery brown eyes. Followed by a series of wolf whistles.