Ninety minutes later, I'm standing in my brother's entryway with Cami, completely ignoring the peevish look on her face.

"When are you going to stop buying her boy clothes?" she huffs, after peeking inside the small bag I brought with me.

Cami's beautiful. I know she doesn't realize just how beautiful, which is one of the things that's so special about her. Her medium blonde hair curls softly around her face and shoulders, and accents her large green eyes. She's put on ...