Brady POV
He carried their damn bags through the mall as they walked from store to store looking for something to wear. Frankly, they had picked out plenty of outfits, most of which he prayed to the goddess neither of them wore. They would look too good, and he’d be batting away too many hands all damn night.
Rose never dressed like those girls at school. Neither did Charlotte. Yet, here they were, getting dresses that were way too short and heels that they couldn’t even walk in.
He’d been to these parties before. Yes, they were getting exactly the same type of clothes the other girls wore.
Yes, they would stand out. Rose was pretty, and Charlotte was downright flawless. Everything about her was perfect. It didn’t take a genius for anyone to realize it. Even a blind man co
