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We'd just stepped out of the boutique, our new jeans making that familiar rustle, when Gigi came charging at us like a lavender whirlwind. Skylar was right behind her, arms full of shopping bags, looking kind of amused but mostly exhausted.
"Noah! Ethan! Check this out!" Gigi twirled around, her dress swirling around her thighs—soft and short, pale lavender with tiny white flowers, the kind you'd expect to see in a spring meadow, not in a mall. "It's perfect. Flowy but not frumpy, cute without being too baby-doll. I'm totally obsessed."
She hugged the hanger to her chest, her eyes sparkling. "Only issue? It cost more than my rent. Seriously, way more. I thought about putting it back, but then I remembered… winter ball. One night. Memories." She let out a dramatic sigh. "But still. Rent money."
If only I hadn't spent most of my allowance on a box of new fantasy novels to fill my bookshelf, I would've offered to help her out.
