LEGALLY BLONDE

Chapter 1

Elle Woods looked at the reflection of her sorority sisters Margot and Serena in the mirror. She was sitting on a pink chair decorated with pink faux fur that matched the blanket on her bed, where her Chihuahua, Underdog, was sitting.
"Look at them!" Serena pointed to her chest. "My boobs are as great as the day I had them done!"
"They are, they are," Margot said. "They're totally awesome." Margot's puffy lips were covered with a purple lip-gloss that matched her new Nike trainers.
"They're also blocking the light in this room," Elle whispered to Underdog, who looked up. Both Underdog and Elle had heard Serena and Margot's discussion of boobs and other improvements many times before. Elle was not interested because her father, the popular Beverly Hills plastic surgeon Dr. Wyatt Woods, had done a lot of these things. Anyway, Elle had a more important thing to think about.
"Have you guys totally forgotten? Tonight could be the night!" Elle shouted to get Serena's and Margot's attention. "I need to look perfect. I want everything to be right tonight!"
"Of course I didn't forget," Serena said, turning to Elle. "I even have a Cosmo tip for you. I read that you can totally win someone if you copy their body language. The article said that Jennifer did that with Brad."
"Warner has to propose to you tonight, Elle," Margot added. "Tonight is your third anniversary. Plus I checked your horoscope. It's your time to make important decisions."
Elle looked at herself again in the mirror and decided she needed a bit more blush. She had long blonde hair and a very pretty face. Her huge blue eyes shone with kindness, and her slim figure fit perfectly into her new red dress.
"In fact, Elle," Serena said. "Look what I have here!" She showed them a copy of In Style with J-Lo on the cover.
"Oh my God!" Margot shrieked. "Not that one. Don't you know anything? J-Lo should have never appeared on that cover! There's an In Style Weddings curse. Like three of their cover brides got divorced!"
"That's true," Elle said, "but that was totally sweet of you, Serena."
The sorority house intercom suddenly interrupted them: "Warner's here, Elle."
"Keep your fingers crossed!" Elle said to Serena and Margot as she checked her appearance again, still worried about the dress she had chosen. "Are you sure this is the right dress?" she asked her friends.
"Maybe you should be wearing pink. It is your signature color?" Serena said.
Elle was suddenly unsure of her choice. Would it be the dress she would want to tell her great-grandchildren about when she told them stories about the night Warner proposed? What if it looked stupid by then?
"No, Elle, that's it," Margot said. "I'm positive! Red is the color of confidence."
"Well, I don't want to look like I expect anything." Elle said, checking the diamond earrings Warner had given her for her birthday. They were in place.
"He'll ask. You know it's coming, Elle," Serena said, annoyed. "Anyway, Margot's right. Red is better."
"Group hug!" Margot shouted, and suddenly Elle was squashed between the two girls.
Warner stood waiting in the foyer. His tall, blonde, and handsome looks always left all of Elle's sorority sisters in silence. As Elle came up to him, he pulled her close with one arm while holding a dozen pink roses in the other.
Elle hugged him and smiled. "Margot, will you put these in a vase for me?" she asked her friend, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs with the rest of the Delta Gamma house, all trying to look casual while staring at the couple with interest and a little envy.
"I'll do it," Serena said, stepping in front with In Style Weddings under her arm. "Warner, you look fantastic. Anything special planned for tonight?"
Warner looked at Serena and gave her a smile.
"Every night with Elle is special," he said. He gave Elle a smile too. "Come on, Elle. I don't want to be late."
As Warner led her through the Delta Gamma front door, Elle looked back at Serena and Margot, who were giving her thumbs-up.

Part 2

Carla is going to leave the shop. But where is her umbrella?
There is one umbrella near the door. It is not a red umbrella. It is not Carla’s umbrella.
This umbrella is old and black. It has a pattern of yellow ducks. It is not smart. Carla takes the umbrella. “This is not my lucky day!” Carla says.
Carla walks to the town square. A young man speaks to her.
Hello!
He smiles.
Carla does not know this young man. She walks away quickly.
The young man is following Carla. She walks into a crowd of people. The young man follows the black and yellow umbrella. “Hello! Wait!”  A young man says.

Part 3

Carla turns. She looks at the young man. She is angry. “Go away!” she says.
The young man is sad. “Marisa, I’m sorry!” he says.  “I’m very late.”
“I’m not Marisa,” Carla shouts. “You are not Marisa?” says the young man. He points at the black umbrella with yellow ducks. “That’s her umbrella.” “Oh,” says Carla. “Who is Marisa?” “I don’t know Marisa,” says the young man. “I’m going to meet her. We are going to have coffee. It is my cousin’s idea. Marisa works with my cousin.” “I am not Marisa!” says Carla again.
 “My cousin has a photo of Marisa,” says the young man. “She’s tall. You’re tall. Her hair is short and dark. Your hair is short and dark. In the photo, she has an umbrella.
It’s a black umbrella with yellow ducks. You have a black umbrella with yellow ducks!”
Carla looks up at the old umbrella. “Marisa is a thief,” she thinks. “She has my new red umbrella.” Carla is angry again. “Please don’t be angry,” says the young man. He looks at his watch “It’s three o’clock. Marisa goes to work at 2.30. I can’t meet her now. It’s too late.” He smiles at Carla. “Let’s have coffee together,” he says.
Carla thinks for a moment. “OK,” she says. “Let’s go to my aunt’s café.” The young man smiles again. “That will be great,” he says. “My name is Paul. I’m a law student - third year," a young man says. “I’m Carla. I’m a student too. I’m studying science,” Carla says.

Part 4

Carla sits in the café with Paul. They drink coffee. They talk. They laugh and talk.
Suddenly Carla jumps up. “Oh, no!” she says. “It’s late. I must go home. I must study. I’m going to have an exam tomorrow.” “Good luck! Will you meet me again?” Paul says. “Yes. That will be nice.” Carla says.
It is almost dark. The town square is quiet.
Carla sees a tall young woman. The young woman has short dark hair. She has a smart umbrella. It is a red umbrella.
The young woman is Marisa!
Marisa sees the old black umbrella with yellow ducks. She is worried. Suddenly, her face is red. “Don’t worry, says Carla. “Keep my red umbrella. I like this umbrella. It’s a lucky umbrella. This is my lucky day!” The rain falls on the umbrellas. Carla smiles. Then she runs home.