“Hey girl. I have been trying to reach you since last night. What’s up? You fell asleep didn’t you?” She asks.
“Yeah... something like that.” I murmur.
“I thought so. Anyways, don't forget we have to go shopping tomorrow for Gabbie’s birthday. We need to hit as many stores as we can and don’t worry, your dress is on me. We are going to look so fabulous.” She squeals.
"Wait, do you have to get me a dress? I can buy a cute fit myself or better still I think I can find a cute dress in the back of my wardrobe if I tried." I suggest enthsaitically.
Andrea gasps dramatically.
"You cannot be serious babes. Why would you even say that?" she sounds so wounded.
I roll my eyes at how dramatic she seems to be. Why can't i wear one of the cute evening dresses mother thrifted and mended for me?!
