MARiA POV
The first store was a challenge in itself. Cassidy walked like a baby deer in headlights, clutching the hem of Hunter’s oversized hoodie so tightly I worried it might rip. Her wide eyes scanned the racks of clothes with a mix of awe and dread, as if she was staring down some great, insurmountable task.
“Alright, Cassidy,” I said, planting myself in front of a display of jeans. I waved my hand dramatically, like a magician about to reveal a great trick. “Step one: jeans that actually fit. Say goodbye to shapeless fabric and hello to your gorgeous legs.”
Cassidy turned red immediately, shaking her head. “I don’t think I can pull those off,” she muttered, nervously toying with her fingers.
I scoffed, grabbing a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and holding them up. “Please. Y
