#Chapter 128: Mother-Daughter Outfits

Agnes The next morning, I woke to a text from Evelyn. She asked me to attend a mother-daughter fashion show in her pack; it was a small event to gather donations for her local women’s shelter, and I couldn’t agree to go fast enough. The show was set for that weekend, and I was already buzzing with ideas for outfits—using what Thea and I already had, of course. When Thea came downstairs for breakfast that morning, I told her about the upcoming show. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. “A real fashion show? Like on TV?” she asked, her mouth full of toast. I laughed. “Not quite that fancy, but yes, a real fashion show. For charity. Chew your food, by the way.” Thea dramatically chewed and swallowed. “Yes, yes, yes! I want to go!” she squealed once her mouth was no longer full, practically jumping up and down in her chair. “What are we going to wear?” “I was thinking we could pick something out from our closets—” “No!” Thea interrupted, shaking her