I don’t even have to try them on to know they’ll look amazing. That’s one of my mom’s weird superpowers. She can spot good clothes from a mile away and God, I actually miss going shopping with her.
Sneaking a glance at the bathroom door, I slip out of my nightdress and quickly pull on a jumpsuit that fits me like a glove. I can’t believe Mom still knows my exact size and somehow managed to pick something this nice.
I take it off a minute later and try on a dress next. I don’t even have my phone with me to see how it actually looks, and Justin’s mirror is in his bathroom, so I’m stuck relying on imagination and the way the fabric settles on my body.
Minutes pass and I’m still going through the bag. Somehow I can tell which pieces Justin bought and which ones came from my mom, but all of
