JULIA
“What?” Sarah exclaimed, chuckling. “I’m just telling the truth!”
“Whatever,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m going to get changed.”
“Julia,” she said in a scolding tone. “Look at yourself right now.”
She directed my body to face the mirror, and there, I saw my entire look. “What am I supposed to look at?” I muttered.
“A very beautiful, breeda—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I warned, glaring at her.
She chuckled and shook her head. “You look perfect!” she said. “I know you don’t want to capture anybody’s attention, but you’re just a natural at that. I can make you wear a rag, and you’d still get their attention.”
“Where are you going with this?” I asked.
“What I’m saying is,” she smiled, placing her hands on my shoulders. “You’re going to be okay. You’re not over
