Chapter Eighty Eight
"Incoming watch out." Stella comes in looking like a giant walking wardrobe holding probably over 50 dresses in her hand and I can barely even see where she is as she comes holding them so tightly in her arms I have to move out of her way as she throws them all on the bed.
"Stella, this is a bit too much don't you think?" I asked her and she just shrugs her shoulders.
"That's not even the end, I'll be right back." She says before running out of the room with a wide smile on her face.
Sometimes I really forgot just how dramatic and extra she can be when it comes to clothing. Yep, and there was still the whole lot of clothes that we bought on vacation that we had to still try out. And here I was having all these dresses as well that she brought for Mia's options.
