Danielle tugged at the hem of the shirt, trying to shift it into a position where it didn’t expose half her stomach. It had taken longer than she wanted to admit to find something that didn’t feel like a joke on her frame, but even then, the shirt Christina had lent her barely passed as “fitting.” The sleeves and length were too short while the body was too wide. She wasn’t used to clothes that didn’t mold to her like a second skin, and the mismatched nature of it all just added to the unease gnawing at her stomach.
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, feeling strange in the unfamiliar outfit. The jeans hung off her hips, too low, while the legs exposed her ankles. She tugged them up again, but they wouldn’t stay where they belonged.
She looked ridiculous. She was taller than Chr
