“Sky, you cannot wear black!” Rosa practically hisses as she rips a black dress with cutouts at the midriff from my hands.
“Why not?” I ask her, indignant. Rosa is against black clothing for reasons I don’t understand. I think she owns one pair of black jeans and that’s it.
“Skylar. We’ve been over this. Wolves always wear black. I don’t know why everyone is so drawn to dark earth tones. You’ll never stand out.”
“I look good in black!” I say, pointing down at my outfit. I’m wearing dark blue jeans and a black sweatshirt with a v-neck that cuts off at the midriff. A strap of my bra, also black, peeks out at the shoulder. I’m wearing a lot of black eyeliner. I have to admit I don’t understand why midriff sweatshirts and sweaters are so popular. They aren’t very practical, really. They ar
