“Is this really alright to wear to a charity auction?” Georgia asked skeptically, disdainfully eying the hot pink sparkly full length dress that she wore, with it’s big sleeves and high neckline.
It didn’t at all look good or classy. Instead it looked like she just draped on a random sparkly thing and dare call it a dress. The high neckline was quite alright, but mixed with the big sleeves and everything made the fit look wholly inadequate. And god forbid was she about to step out of the house like that. Be it she were Georgia or Alexia.
“What are you talking about? It looks good!” Anthony says enthusiastically, a wide accomplished grin on his face. If it wasn’t obvious enough, it was he who commandeered the getting of the awful fashion catastrophe.
“I look like a radioactive cotton can
