"The peach one with glitters isn't bad."
"Seriously, Beck? I'll look like a two dollar hoe if I wore that. If at all I should like a hoe, I should at least look like an expensive one," Juliette whined, sliding over to the next picture, leaving a frustrated Beck to roll her eyes.
That's what you got for helping Juliette choose something.
Sam, Juliette, and I were currently in Beck's room, with Juliette trying to decide on a dress to buy online. Sam and I had been quick to hide away before she could even ask for our help. The moment she said she wanted to shop online, I offered to go make some juice. Sam made an exaggerated show of being appalled by the state of Beck's shoe rack and offered to help her rearrange it. But Beck, however, wasn't so fortunate. Before she could make a g
