Part two of my short story, sorry if it's too long once again. Please critique.
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The dress fitted in all of the right places, just like the costume yesterday. Since Rose had been there everything had been fitting perfectly and usually nothing fit in the right places. She contemplated this for a while before smoothing it down once more and began placing the red lipstick on her lips.
“Honey, that dress is perfect!” Catherine gushed then settled. “Let’s get moving.”
They left the room and the cool hallway air finds itself at their faces. Shivers ran down her spine, and goose bumps rose on her forearm. “It’s awful chilly this afternoon.”
“Apparently,” Catherine replied smoothly.
The elevator came into view with the attendant standing near completely silent. He was awfully tall and lean, with light brown hair that curled at the ends in a boyish type look. She’d guessed he was only seventeen. Suddenly, they stopped right in front of him. He politely opened the gate and allowed Catherine and Rose to go first.
“What floor are you headin’ to, ladies?” He said with a lopsided grin on his face. His features solely reminded Rose of her James when they were seventeen. Only, he was much more gangly then this boy, but she never minded. Missing him sent pangs through her stomach.
“The ground floor, please.” Rose managed to say, her throat contracted. He only gave a nod and the elevator started moving slowly downwards. From the corner where she stood shadowed, his grin never faltered. Must be something about being in a confined place with two women. A laugh escaped her throat, and Catherine glanced at her with a strange look. Rose’s cold hand covered her mouth quickly.
“We’re here.” The young man said. Catherine exited the elevator first, and Rose slowed to a halt in front of him. His name tags showed that his name was Christopher. What a lovely name.
She placed her best smile on her face and looked up at him. “Why thank you, Christopher.” And then she winked. He only nodded and smiled then pressed the button to recede back to where he was in the first place.
“Rose, what was with you in there?” A sloppy grin played at her own lips, and she tapped a finger on her hip.
“Being nice.” Rose answered curtly. She left her wondering and found her way to the entry doorway. Hurriedly finding herself on the busy street, she looked back for Cathy. She was only a mere three feet from her. “Come on!” she yelled to her. She struggled to run with heels on, and it was quite a funny sight.
“Whew.” she bent at the waist with her hands on her skinny hips and breathed deeply. “I need to exercise some more. I’m out of shape,” she said with an exasperated laugh.
“Don’t we all?” When Rose was at home she would walk miles a day, and was never out of shape. But ever since she went all around the world, she had gained a few pounds. With what she thought had to deal with her outfits fitting her figure perfectly, perhaps she was too thin before.
Most of the women in Rose’s family were always too thin. Each of them struggled to gain the perfect amount of weight, so anything they ate had no affect on their bodies. Which was something you wouldn’t be able to notice in the first place. Those women, including Rose, could eat a whole Thanksgiving meal and still be that steady weight. It was most worrisome and inconvenient if you think about it deeply.
The car threads in and out of the other mass of cars, and she has to hold on to the door to stay put. “He is going awful fast, don’t you think?” She whispered to Catherine, who nodded her head slowly.
Rose watched the streets. Watching as mothers carried their children stores to stores. As grandmother’s took their grandchildren to the local park, a light smile always playing at their lips. Or the adults on their ways to a gruesome day at work. It all passed her by as the cab driver speedily found the naval base.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the cab driver halted sharply at the entrance. Catherine paid the man for his job well done, and they both slithered out of the leather seats. Ron, our manager, paced back and forth on the other side. The guard at the gate opened the gates just wide enough for the two women to fit through, and closed it quickly after they were in.
“You’re late!” Frank grabbed at them, but they stepped back.
“Do not grab me!” They both yelled in unison. Frank had a tendency to break down nervously whenever one of his girls were late. On the contrary, Rose didn’t even think they were late.
He let go swiftly. “Then move it. You need your costumes on, and hair done. So,” he motioned us to the dressing rooms. “Move it!”
Not wanting to hear any more form Ron, they ran toward the dressing room which was quite empty. The lights on the vanities were burning brightly, their costumes were laid out on our chairs labeled with their names. They were finished in about ten minutes tops.
The wooden floors caused their heels to click, click till they made it to the stage. The bright lights once again found themselves blindingly brighter than before.
"One, two, three." The main dancer whispered. The music played and they all danced something new. Something with more kicks, twirls, and splits.
The claps signaled they had done a great job, and that’s that. The last and final show was over with, and they all got to go home.
The dressing room had a familiar smell, one Rose didn’t love but didn’t hate, as she walked in. A mixture of hairspray and perfume.
“So ladies,” she said as she flopped gently into the chair. “This is our last hour together.” The tears were forming in her eyes. These young ladies were her family ever since she first became a candy stripe. They comforted her when she was feeling homesick, and we talked like sisters about men and makeup.
Rose wiped the lipstick from her lips. Turning to face the rest of the girls, with tears in all their eyes, they talked once more about everything that’s happened this past three months we had together. It saddened her, but never did a tear escape. Unfortunately for the others, it showed they cried through the makeup streaks that ran down their faces. But quickly, all the sadness floated away like mist, and laughter filled the space as they all recalled how foolish Frank could get at times.
All too quickly, it was time to leave and catch their flights back home. Many of them, including Rose, were nervous with eagerness. Finally, there were murmurs of ‘I’ll miss you’s’ and other types of goodbyes. She was sad that they had to leave each other, but happy she was finally able to see James again. There were tons of things going on as they reached the outside. Multiple cabs were ready to take them each to the airport. Catherine and Rose, since they live in the same city, were placed in the very last one. They were embarrassed to see it was the crazy cab driver form this morning. They both rolled their eyes.
Their final drive was a leisurely one, filled with the after work rush speeding by. Before they knew it the cab driver, who they found out to be Charles, started emptying the trunk which was full of their luggage. Walking with their suitcases in hand, Catherine and Rose made their ways through the many tourists and business people hustling by clearly annoyed or flustered. The lady speaking announced, quite loudly, that their flight was ready to board.
The two found themselves mixing into that rushed or flustered group. The lady at the entrance to aboard the train was fixed and poised, with her blonde hair sitting lightly up top her head in a causal up do. A trained smile overcame her face as they handed her their tickets. The lady handed them back over and they made their way to the plane.
Once they found themselves seated quietly, the plane started its flight into the sky. Which could be felt by the popping of Rose’s ears, she hastily tried to make them normal again. Thousands of feet in the sky, they both watched as tiny squares land passed them by. The ocean makes its view, and Rose was overcome with nausea. It passed her system and she fell asleep to the quiet hum of the airplane and before I know it we’re home.
“Rosy, honey, wake up.” Catherine gently shook Rose’s shoulders, and she was awake almost instantly. She was groggy, but alert. “There we go,” Catherine said with a smile.
“Ar-are we home?” She noticed she stuttered, which was highly unusual for her. Rose’s voice was always smooth and calm, never stuttering. It slid past her mind as she stood up.
“Of course we are. And I bet our families are just giddy waiting for us.” She laughed, a glimmer of something in her eyes are noticeable. Something between love and caring, and romanticism. Right then and there, Rose figured she was just as anxious as she was thinking about their hubbies.
“Then let’s go make them even happier,” She said with a grin at her lips.
The grey carpeted hallway leading off the plane was almost never-ending. But lastly, they were welcomed by smiling faces, hoots and hollers, and excitement. Rose first noticed her mother, standing there with tears in her eyes. Rose managed her way through the crowds to find her way into her mother’s arms. She hardly loosened her grip, but she pushed Rose arms length away and kissed her forehead.
“I’m glad you’re back, sweetheart. I’ve missed you so much,” she started crying again and Rose only leaned in to hug her again. “So much.”
Her father very well must have grabbed her into his own arms and began throwing kisses on her forehead as if she were a child again, and it all made her so happy. But something more was itching at Rose. She couldn’t find James, not anywhere in the midst of her family members. It only made Rose look deeper into the crowd and noticed a familiar hat that’s always tipped to the side. James. His face turns slightly with her favorite sloppy smile. Rose’s heart beated fast beneath her hand, the butterflies flying as fast. She ran, as if her life depended on it. She reached him and jumped into his arms, thankful he caught her. She planted a kiss onto his lips and they kissed passionately, he pulled away and set her gently on the floor.
“I’ve been waiting for the longest time.” She whispered into his chest, letting her body intertwine with his in a hug so tight. She didn’t mind, not one bit.
“As I have been,” he whispered back into her hair.
Rose pulled away softly, her hand still twined with his. “I thought you forgot.” Which was true, so many times during the shows she would think that he would have forgotten about her. And this was where she found out if he did or not, but from the looks of it, she was sure he hadn’t.
“It is hard to forget,” he paused to place another kiss on the top of her head. “ when there is such an empty space when you are gone.” He smiled down at her.
“I love you.”
“I love you, more, Rosy.”
So hand in hand, with their family and friends following behind quietly, they made their way home. To the place where comfort and familiarity rule, overtaking any other emotion. But Rose now knew that just because someone you loved was far away from you, it doesn’t mean that they would ever, ever forget about you.
found another one.
I loved it. 
yeah, I'll go do that...