hate shopping,” Blue remarked.
She was in the changing room next to mine so I couldn’t see her face, but I could guess there was a scowl on it.
“It’s hard to argue with the results though,” I replied, stepping out of my own changing room. I stood in front of the full-length, three-paneled mirror and admired my gorgeous gown.
In search of the right royal clothes, we’d perused a few designer shops in the apparel district before finally settling on this one. Jason was in another part of the store trying on suits while Daniel was running an errand for SJ.
To say I loved my dress would’ve been an understatement. I adored combat boots and leggings (they were my usual jam), but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy wearing gowns if they fit me properly and didn’t limit my abilities. “Pretty” can
