"We have to go shopping now," Cora's smile is almost right around her face when we leave the steakhouse.
"No, we don't," I pull my face. "All of my clothes are brand-new and no one has seen me in it, so ... no."
"When hell freezes over," Cora puts her hands on her hips and looks me up and down. "You can't meet the pack in jeans and sneakers, I won't allow it."
"Mason," I look at him pleadingly. "Help me."
"Mason," Cora hisses and put her finger under his nose. "Don't you dare think you're off the hook. You need an outfit as well."
"Me? Why?" Mason looks wounded, completely taken aback by his sister's attack.
"Because it's a special day and you're going to look faded next to Luna when I'm done with her," Cora lifts her chin challenging as she looks from Mason to me. "I was denied this
