I had accomplished what I came to do for the day, but I knew that I couldn’t just leave—it would look suspicious if I did. As I was trying to decide what to do, Amanda linked her arm with mine.
"Are you up for some shopping?" she asked. "I can tell by your outfit today that you need to refresh your wardrobe and find something a little more fashionable."
I wanted to roll my eyes. It was obvious to me now that she just wanted to make sure I looked immature in public. She wanted herself to look better in comparison. I wish I’d noticed this about her far earlier.
It made sense to me now why it was so easy for her, in our other life, to make people see her as the better Luna, the more mature and reasonable one. No one could know that I was acting as I did because of Amanda’s advice.
