"Why are you wearing that?" a voice asked from behind. I turned to see a girl, about eighteen, with dark hair and beautiful eyes. Those eyes—so captivating. She looked sophisticated, her mini dress clinging to her body in all the right ways, and her light makeup highlighting her creamy skin.
"Hello," I said with a small wave. I had chosen one of my casual but expensive outfits—the kind I'd wear on vacation with Alexa. Ah, Alexa—I'd forgotten to call her about the recent developments. She'd been busy with her mom, and I'd been preoccupied with my own problems.
"What are you wearing?" the girl asked, scanning my outfit, ignoring my greeting. Her intense gaze made me self-conscious. It reminded me of Dominic's eyes, and then she glanced at my attire again.
"Well, it's not as fancy or price
