“It’s plain, Trinity. Try something colorful. You have nice skin color, your hair, and your eyes.”
She glares. “I thought you hate my hair and my freckles, and my skin is translucent.”
I laugh on my seat as the sales lady approaches us. “I said pale, and I did not say translucent. Ms. Jenna, can you please help my girlfriend here.” I stand up and wrap my arm around Trinity’s exposed shoulder. She ends up elbowing me.
“Choose a perfect dress for her?”
The sales lady’s face lights up like she has some idea. “I know what’s perfect for her. She got a beautiful skin with redhead and green eyes.” Ms. Jenna scans the dress one by one until she stops and grabs the black, red, and green dress.
“Put these on. The size fits for you, dear.”
Trinity and I go to the same school from grade school t
