Harper twirls in front of the mirror, the soft fabric of the dress fanning out as she does. I watch her spin once, twice, before she stops, her eyes locking onto mine through the reflection.
“Well?” she prompts, hands on her hips.
I frown.
Harper immediately mimics my expression, her lips pressing into a firm line, eyebrows drawn together. “I thought the same.”
A small laugh escapes me despite myself, but it quickly fades as she disappears back into the dressing room.
A few minutes later, she’s back in another dress. This one is sleeker, champagne-colored, shimmering under the soft boutique lights. She steps onto the platform, smoothing her hands down the sides before turning to face me expectantly.
I tilt my head, studying the way it clings to her figure. “Still not it.”
Harper gro
