My Enemy [BL]
She dragged Tori, Frank, and me along, moving from rack to rack like the perfect dress was hiding just out of sight.
Millie held up a short, shimmering blue dress, studied it like it was a precious artifact, and then put it back with a sigh straight from her soul. "Nope. Too sparkly. I’d look like a disco ball in this. Not happening."
Tori, already struggling with the pile of dresses Millie had dismissed, let out an exasperated groan. "Millie, come on! They all look amazing on you. Literally every dress you’ve tried on since school ended would work. Even the purple one you tossed aside like it offended you."