TAYLOR

“Are you ready to go?”

River nodded as I opened the door to the car; she slid in and threw me a small smile, and I closed the door, jogging to the driver’s side.

“Where do you like to get your clothes?” I asked, and she shrugged, my eyebrow knitted in confusion.

“I don’t really care where things are from, and I have never had to buy a formal dress before,” she replied as if that explanation was supposed to clear things up for me.

“Never a formal dress? Didn't you go ...