IMELDA'S POV

I glanced at my wardrobe wrapped in towel frowning, I didn't know what to wear. Normally, Becca always picked out my dresses my for me but unfortunately, she was not here with me at the moment. I never had to worry about what to wear but today was different. She was pretty occupied and wouldn't be able to help me out so I was pretty much left alone.

"Why don't you just grab some shorts and a top to wear instead. Why stress yourself?" Arla huffed.

If it were to be before, that was what I was going to do. After all, it was more comfy than the...