The boutique doorbell jingled as Lucy pulled open the door, and Zara hesitated at the entrance, tugging at the sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt as she peered inside.
Rows of neatly hung clothing beckoned her, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures that seemed worlds away from the simple, shapeless pieces that made up her current wardrobe.
They looked way out of her league though, like they were something she shouldn’t even be dreaming of owning, talk less of having them.
“Come on,” Lucy said, her voice bubbling with excitement as she grabbed Zara’s wrist and practically dragged her through the doors. “We’re going to make you fabulous, whether you like it or not.”
She must have heard Zara’s thought, because how else would she know that she was already having a second thought.
Zara
