Maria had a lot of clothes, but not much to look at. I looked at the jeans. All of them were baggy mom jeans. The girl was what? A teenager at the very least and she dressed like an old woman. I found a pair of pink pants and a black t-shirt and then found underwear in her drawer. I dressed and looked in the mirror. That nasty red mark on my neck still showed.
“Your new mother isn’t going to approve of that outfit,” said Clara.
“Why?” I asked. I grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around my neck to hide the mark.
“Just wait.” The demon snapped her fingers and the door opened. The mom stood in the doorway.
“Wow. You are up already? Usually I have to drag you out of bed.” She looked at my outfit. “You look nice today.