Gabby

I've debated back and forth on whether I should wear a dress or a pair of cut-offs, and I can't decide. Grabbing my phone, I FaceTime Kara. She answers on the third ring. "Hey, are you going to Monroe's tonight?" I ask, chewing on my bottom lip.

She's curling a piece of her hair, grimacing after she drops her arm, and moving her wrist to the left and right. "Yeah, I'm gonna meet Abel over there. I've gotta get my damn hair cut, it's too hard curling it, ...