First Strike

***Marcella***

"Do you like this?" I asked, holding up a plum t-shirt dress.

Harper turned, glanced at it, and shook her head. "Not really," she said, scrunching up her nose.

I looked at the dress for a moment and sighed. She was right—it wasn’t cute. I placed it back on the rack and took a seat on the bench, watching Harper browse through clothes.

"What's on your mind?" she asked, not turning my