“You can’t go out like that,” I finally tell her, putting my hands in my pocket. “What else do you have?” “What is wrong with this outfit?” she says, looking down. There is nothing wrong with it, and now that she’s facing me, I see it’s a wrap dress. “Well, for one, it’s not long enough,” I tell her, and she just laughs, making me glare at her. “For two, it’s not long enough,” I repeat because besides the length, she looks amazing. “Three, it’s not fucking long enough, Zara,” I say, now running my hands through my hair.
