Lena grumbled tossing another dress onto the bed.

“This is bullshit, Rosie. I don't know what to wear with this stupid shirt.”

“I told you I have a plan for the shirt, Lee.”

“Well, what's the plan?”

I sighed, then picked up my shirt and a pair of scissors.

“Hold this?”

“What the hell are you—”

I began cutting the shirt the same way I saw in a video.

Once I was done—

“Voila.”

Lena stared at the shirt which was now a singlet in awe.

“Wow… Rosie. This looks cool.”

I grinned.

“I know.”

“But isn't Wade going to feel upset about this?”

“Who gives a fuck what Wade...