HARPER
Everything in my wardrobe was either too formal, or too cutesy and childish.
I’d been trying on clothes for what felt like an eternity but nothing seemed to match the theme I was going for. I needed something cute that screamed “we’re just friends and I’m not trying too hard to impress him” but for some odd reason, I had nothing that fit that odd category.
After another hour of grunting and nearly dying of frustration, I heard a soft rap on my door and mom’s scent hit my nostrils.
“Come in, mom.”
“Look whose wolf knows her mama’s sce—” mom’s teasing tone faded with her words and her mouth was suddenly agape as she took in the catastrophic state of my room.
“Did the hurricane Katrina explode in here?” she was holding unto a package as she stepped around the sea of clothes on th
