"Oh no." I wave my arms in front of me in reject, forming a ginormous X. "There is no way I'm putting that on."
If I could, I would have already said 'over my dead body.
"Why not? It screams elegant and appropriate." He points out, genuinely confused at my reaction.
And he's not wrong though. That outfit will look great on anyone that isn't me.
I'm still standing like a doll in front of the podium, facing his direction.
Arlo had pulled out a pink dress that's just too excessive for my taste.
A floral bloom made of silk that starts from the waist. The designs on the fabric are intricate. For the connected upper part, off shoulders with crystal-like studs. I can literally taste cash on my tongue just staring at it. The amount of zeros that one piece of clothing has makes me quest
