Zoe’s POV

“Mom!” I called my mother as I looked for a dress inside my old cabinet.

Silly me, for I am not wearing any dress like those. I only have jeans and shirts.

“What is it?!” My mom yelled back as she was busy cooking in the kitchen.

I shook my head. Instead of shouting at each other, why can’t I just get down and ask her… closely?

Gees, self!

I rushed towards the kitchen and saw my mom stirring. “Mom.”

“Yes?” she asked, but her attention was still on the dish that she was cooking.

“Hmm… can I borrow one of your dresses?” I bit my lower lip...