Then she looked down at her filthy tank top, her filthy cut-offs and bare feet. Blinking again, she looked back up at her aunt. What was Reshi doing here? This was such a strange, random visit.
“Should I change first?” She asked with legitimate concern. “Or maybe put shoes on, at least? Is this a heels occasion?” Where were they going, what did she need to wear and why was Reshi just dropping in. This was really bizarre. Not the most bizarre of things that could happen to her, but it was definitely high up on the list.