"I think she should wear the plaid skirt on Monday," Sofia said with a scoff, shooting Chiara a pointed look.
The five of us were crammed into Carlo’s gaming room. I was doing my best to keep up with the first-person shooter on the screen, but Sofia kept dragging me into their fashion debate.
"That skirt’s too short; it’ll show her whole backside," Chiara replied, rolling her eyes. "She needs that cute dress I picked out for her."
"Ella!" Sofia whined, turning to me for backup. "You loved the black skirt I got for you last week, right?"
I snickered, grimacing at the screen as Carlo’s character took me out. "Why don’t you let me decide?"
Carlo spun his chair around, his grin smug as ever. "Yeah, there’s no way we’re letting you pick."
Chiara shook her head, her curls bouncing wildly.
