"How do I look, Fia?"
Turning a page, I ignored the bustling teen inside my room. I was sitting on a super comfy chair on the small balcony off my room, reading the new book my father gave me for Christmas.
But the question demanded an answer.
"Fia, how do I look?"
"With your eyes, Casey," I deadpanned, not sparing her a glance.
I heard a loud sigh, then incoming footsteps. The book disappeared from my hands. I lifted my head and growled at my cousin when she threw the book inside my room. Unperturbed, she showed me the dresses she held with each hand.
"Do you think I should wear this dress?" She lifted up the dress which didn't seem to have a back, before she lifted the other which had a plunging neckline. "Or this?"
I crossed my arms. "I thought you said I had no fashion sense?"
