ZARA: Three idiots.
Riley’s eyes lit up the moment she spotted something on the rack. “Hold up this one!” she said, tugging out a deep emerald-green wrap dress. The silky fabric shimmered slightly under the boutique lights, the kind that hugged curves in all the right places without being too revealing.
“This will fit you perfectly,” Riley said, holding it against me and squinting like a fashion stylist. “The color will make your brown, coily hair pop like crazy. Trust me, it’s giving confident, soft, and untouchable all at once.”
I bit my lip, glancing at the dress. “You think so?”
“I know so. Go try it on!”
I took the dress and slipped into the fitting room. It took a moment to wrap it properly, the fabric smooth and cool against my skin. When I stepped out, Riley’s eyes widened, a
