She vaguely harbored the hope that she’d find her sister over there, already looking for herself; she wasn’t. She considered just getting the same thing she had gotten for herself, but in different colors; she didn’t. They weren’t big fans of matching outfits, and, luckily, their parents never had been, either.
“Do you think she’d like this?” she asked Camelia, holding up a green dress. It wasn’t too bad, really, and it would probably bring out her eyes pretty well. Camelia shrugged, but Crisanta had already made up her mind, and back they went to try it on. It wasn’t as good as Crisanta’s outfit, not by any means, but it fit, and it was good enough for someone who couldn’t be bothered to pick anything out for herself.
She checked her cell again with a sigh. “Come on, mom’ll be looking for us,” she told Camelia, opening the dressing room door.
The girl opened the door a crack, tugging at the hem of her T-shirt as she glanced out at her mother. “What is it?”
“I need you to watch Camelia for a little bit,” she answered. “I have to run over to Mrs. Shubert’s for a few minutes.”
The girl sighed. “Why can’t…”
“Because she’s busy, and because I’m asking you,” her mom said.
“Fine,” the girl rolled her eyes, starting to close her door. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“I really need to get going,” her mom told her. “I’m sure you can do whatever you were up to just as well in the living room.”