Shay:
After our heart-to-heart, Kat insisted we needed some retail therapy. “You’ve been through enough. Let’s go do something fun, just for you,” she said, practically dragging me out the door. Honestly, I couldn’t argue with that logic. A little distraction sounded like exactly what I needed.
We ended up at the mall, and from the moment we walked through the doors, Kat was on a mission. “We’re going to get you looking fierce, Shay. You deserve it.” Her energy was contagious, and soon, I found myself laughing and trying on a ridiculous amount of clothes.
There were dresses, skirts, tops, even shoes—Kat’s arms were full of items before I even had time to say no. The first outfit she picked out was a red, tight-fitting dress that hugged every curve. I stepped out of the changing room, an
