Hannah’s POV
Hell.
I was literally in hell.
It had me wishing I'd paid more attention during my English class when we'd talked about Dante's Inferno, because this had to have been one of the levels. There was no way it wasn't.
I mean with the amount of frilly, pink, overdramatic, tulle explosions that lined the racks of these stores it was a miracle that I wasn't in the middle of a nervous breakdown - although if Mia handed me one more Cinderella ball gown I just might.
"Oh come on, Ana. You'd look amazing in this."
I stared at the monstrosity that Mia seemed to think would suit me with what I could only assume was barely masked disdain.
It was powder blue, which alone wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but the dress itself...
Problem number one: it looked like I would drown in
