Cara's pov
“What do you think?” Gina asked me over the soft RnB music playing through the speakers of the Alexander McQueen store, pulling a bright purple tulle dress to her body.
I c****d my head, my face scrunched in an exaggerated thoughtful look. The dress was pretty and perfect for her age, but if we were doing what we had to do, she needed something more mature and demure. Something less gaudy.
Gina was nineteen. Only just a baby in adult years and yet, the weight of her unfair responsibilities were catching up to her.
I respected her for braving through this with a determined heart and brave face. I wouldn't know what I would do if I was the one in her shoes and I was the older one here.
My gaze coasted to the left side of the aisle we were in, scanning through the multiple dr
