Kaya
"Are you sure about this?" I ask rather shyly, although there is still a tinge of hopefulness in my voice.
Samantha clicks her tongue, then proceeds to pour the contents of her closet onto her bed like a curious cat digging through her owner's clothes.
"I know I am a big girl, but you've put some meat on you, too!" she exclaims, pressing one of her dresses against her shoulders. "Not so skinny anymore, so some of my old stuff might still fit you."
An awkward smile tugs at the corners of my lips while my shoulders slump just a little. I've been too spoiled.
Back in my first pack, I was happy with all the hand-me-downs thrown my way, but when I was with Damien…
"I know, it's not the best option," Samantha's voice cuts through my pathetic, quiet self-pity as if she can read my mind. "But we don't really have much time left till the party starts, so I don't think shopping is an option for us."
