Emma trailed after Claire through the mall, her steps hesitant as she eyed the glamorous displays of designer clothes. Claire, however, moved with purpose, scanning racks and shelves with a discerning eye.
"Try this," Claire said, holding up a sleek, crimson dress with a low back.
Emma's eyes widened. "That's… too much. I'll never wear it."
"Nonsense," Claire said with a playful grin. "You'll look stunning in it."
Before Emma could protest further, Claire thrust the dress into her arms and continued down the aisle, grabbing more outfits that made Emma's cheeks flush just looking at them.
"Claire, I'm fine with my clothes," Emma said weakly, glancing down at the growing pile of clothes in her hands.
Claire stopped, turned to her, and placed a hand on her hip. "Emma, you're gorgeous, but you're hiding it under all those plain, baggy outfits. Trust me on this—you deserve clothes that make you feel amazing."
