" Poor thing." Mrs Polland said while shaking her head.
" What do you want her to do with that rag?" She added. The rag she was referring to was a red strapless gown made of a slik. I ran my hand down the dress, and it was still soft to touch despite being called a rag.
The dress gave badass and wild vibes.
" Don't say anything if you have nothing to say. This dress is durable, " Sky's grandmother scoffed.
" Ha, you wore that a millennium ago. Don't burden the poor girl." Mrs Polland said
" This is my last warning, Kim." Sky's grandmother warned
Before this could go any further, I decided to intervene, " A-actually, the dress is not that bad. The quality of the material is still quite good. I mean, with a few touch-ups, I think it can form part of an amazing outfit."
" See? she
