Jessa

Retail therapy was one of those phrases that sounded way cuter in theory than it felt in practice.

In theory, it was girls laughing in a montage, swinging shopping bags, sipping something with whipped cream, walking out of stores like we belonged in a magazine.

In reality?

It was fluorescent lighting, unforgiving mirrors, and the kind of dressing rooms that made you question every life choice you’d ever made.

Still… here I was.

Because Mariah needed this.

And if she needed ...