Tessa was on her third shirt when Jack called out to her, her pulling it over her head and tossing it into the hamper with the other two she'd previously tried on. Pulling a purple shirt off the hanger and holding it against her chest she knew immediately that it wasn't going to look good enough and added it to the pile, turning to look at the rest of everything hanging in the closet.
"Go without me." Tessa spoke back, her voice soft but audible, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing at the clothes she had. Stupid nothing fitting the right way or looking good enough when she finally put it on her body. She was beginning to think that it wasn't the clothing but her that didn't look right, how could it be the clothing when it looked perfect until she was wearing it.