Hannah’s POV
"Don't you think Anton would appreciate you putting a little more effort into your wardrobe, Annie Rose?"
I shrugged, following her around the store as she picked up this dress and that dress.
"I don't know."
"Well I'm sure he would." she said, handing the stack of dresses to me, "We need to find some tights, since it's too cold to wear those without any."
I glanced at the dresses she'd handed me, and some of them weren't that bad, but none of them were me - not that it seemed to matter. I was used to these shopping trips, and they really weren't all bad.
"How's Bob?" I asked, trying to shift the topic of conversation away from me.
She smiled, picking up a pair of navy blue tights and a pair of black ones, "He's good. He's really sorry he couldn't come up here to see yo
