Carol’s POV
“Ouch!” I exclaimed.
“Sorry, but it would be helpful if you stopped moving,” Fiona huffed as she stuck another needle in the jeans, she forced me into. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad to be helping my best friend, but seriously, she needed to stop poking me with that damn thing.
When I first put the jeans on, they were a little loose because they weren’t made for my body type, so she had to adjust them so they would fit properly. If I was going to be her model so she could showcase her designs, then the clothing would have to fit me perfectly. I had been standing in the middle of the living room for the last 2 hours and this was the second outfit she’s had to adjust.
It was a cute outfit though; I would have to give her that. It was a cute white blouse with a deep V-neck
