Sierra's POV
It's been a few hours since I left the packhouse. I wanted to really come out and enjoy myself, maybe see what the fuss is all about with shopping. Still, the moment I handed the phone back to Nikolai's mother, I felt a rush of embarrassment and pain as I swung by different racks, not even knowing what I was picking up.
I remember some of my old clothes had beautiful flowers and designs on them. I loved wearing shorts and dresses in the summer, but by winter, I was a snuggle bunny, as my mom would call me.
I'd love to get into comfy clothes, leggings, tracksuit bottoms and sweats. I loved fluffy socks and cardigans or jumpers. Hats and scarves when the weather took a nice turn which wasn't always the case and was very rare for Idaho but when I was speaking to Mrs Anderson -
