ALISON’S POV
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“What about this ?” My mom holds a dress up , showing me the red summer dress and I slightly cringe , shaking my head as I look at the puffy t - shirt sleeves . " What's wrong with it ? " she asks confused as she looks down at it , slightly frowning . " It's not me mom ." I shake my head more , does this woman not know me ?
" I think it will make you look sophisticated ." she shrugs , but I just inwardly roll my eyes .
I know what she's trying to do , she's trying to manipulate me into thinking that it's a beautiful dress so that I can would want to want it . " Mom ." I groan out annoyed . I really don't like the dress and nothing she can say or do that would change my mind about it .
" Fine fine ." she huffs before waving her hand at me , hooking the dress back onto
