Jareth Pov
“Nicki, what the Hell is all of this for?” I asked, looking at the handful of dresses Nicki was throwing at me. She ignored me for a moment as once more another dress was thrown at me. The woman who owned the stall was glaring at me like I was trying to steal her dresses and I wasn’t entirely sure what kind of expression to show to prove to her I wasn’t a part of this. “Ew, is that light green? That looks awful,” I said, holding up a dress she slung at me. The woman who owned the stall snorted angrily and I took a collective step back, chuckling awkwardly. “I mean…no…I love it…” I stammered.
Nicki turned to look at me, holding up a dark purple dress, and shrugged, throwing it at me. I cursed, scooping down to catch it before it touched the ground. The lady looked like
