Sophie gawks at everything: my bathroom Jacuzzi, my vanity stacked with makeup and skincare, my wardrobe with its array of clothes, shoes and bags. I explain to her that most of those clothes aren't mine but Johanna's idea of what I should wear. My stuff barely takes up a quarter of the space. Mostly sneakers and shorts than the heels and dresses that fill up the other side.
I offer her a piece Johanna picked out, they would look so amazing on her.
“Come on, try it.” I urge, holding up a velvet blue gown trimmed with lace and red gem embellishments. Sophie’s eyes go wide and she shakes her head.
“How much does that cost? I’m sure it’s more than my yearly salary,” she says, backing away. “I can’t.”
“You’re just trying it on, that’s all. Don’t you want to see if it fits?” Sophie is sli
