Samantha’s POV
"Rosy, do you really think it’s necessary to shop like I’m going on some grand date? Julian just wants to grab dinner as friends.
I don’t need to doll myself up to make an impression,” I said, watching as Rosy continued to drape dress after dress in front of me, examining each one critically.
“Nonsense!” She declared, holding up a red cocktail dress. “You must look good no, stunning to drive him crazy. That’s how you win his heart!”
“Win his heart? I don’t want to win his heart,” I protested, crossing my arms. “I’m not interested in dating anyone, Rosy.”
She nodded, but the mischievous glint in her eyes told me she wasn’t convinced. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that, sweetie.”
I groaned, pulling a simple black dress off the rack and holding it up. “Can w
