ARIA’S POV
“You look ridiculous,” Lena wrinkled her nose at me.
I sighed and pulled off the feather dress. I had no idea why I even considered it. The dress looked like a chicken shedding its feathers.
“You’re the one who designed it,” I shot back.
“And when have you ever taken my advice on anything, or listened to me when I begged you to wear one of my dresses. Why is now so different?”
I turned away from her. Grace plopped on the seat next to Lena. I could see her smirking at me through the mirror.
“Of course, this time is different. She is going out with Mr. Billionaire.”
“Oooohhhh,” Lena giggled at my sour expression.
“Will the two of you grow up?” I sighed. “And help me pick out a great dress.”
Grace got up and rummaged through my dresser. “Wow. Nothing in here is feasible. W
