"Why are you panicking?" Dale asks lazily, sprawling on my bed and staring up at me.
I take deep breaths in to control my oncoming explosion. "Because…" I start slowly, reigning in my anger. "Virgil is coming to pick me up in fifteen minutes max and I'm still in a bathrobe! Why would you guys come over if you're not going to help me?" I accuse, glaring at Mae who's sitting on Shana at the other end of the room.
Shana shrugs. "You looked like you were on top of things when we came in."
I throw down the shirt in my hand. "Because I was on top of things!" I throw my hands up. "But then you all came and dissected my fashion choices."
"I liked the grey button up." Dale shrugs, bright green eyes fixed on me.
"Shana called it formal."I remind him.
"He's not going for a bloody job appointment." She scoffs.
"I liked the fitted sweater." Shana calls out, placing a kiss on Mae's face.
"Dale called it slutty." I say again, near tears.
