Riley's P.O.V
"Are you sure I can wear this to school?" Scarlett was the one who picked out my clothes for me again.
She insisted that I wear whatever she picks out for me. She tells me that I should trust her judgement in clothes and in fashion. Of course I don't doubt her capabilities when it comes to fashion, she's a walking brand for f**k's sake. What I'm afraid of is what the others would think. They all know that I always wear baggy clothes, mostly sweatshirts and hoodies. You know, to make it seem like I'm not poor.
"Hurry," Scarlett exits my room, leaving me no choice but to do as she says. It would be a problem if she would get upset with me.
I feel the need to do as she says because she was the one who filled my closet with branded clothes. What I'm having reservations for
