"I don't need all these clothes!" I exclaim in frustration as I exit the changing room, only to spot Eeva throwing more clothes into the shopping cart. I can't help but shake my head at the brunette woman as she picks clothes for me from dresses to pants, casual to formal. I had a feeling if I let her continue, she would turn whatever savings I have into nothing.
"One, you do. I even threw in clothes you can use for after you deliver your babies. Two, they're cute and will fit any occasion, and as the future Luna, you need them. And three, they fit you." I couldn't argue with Eeva's logic. All the clothes she has chosen for me are in a style I like, and many were close to the pre-pregnancy size that I can fit into once the twins are born. With a sigh, I follow behind Eeva as she pushe
