I'M NOT A LOUDMOUTH

Emma bobbled her head, obviously pleased with the set of clothes she was wearing. 

"Now, you are talking…" She muttered, smoothening invisible creases on the dark green polo that accentuated the color of her eyes.

The polo and jeans fitted her properly, even though the trousers were a bit tight. She could manage. She thought. Until she got home. At least it was better than wearing the princess gown all around the place. Apart from the fact that she always chose comfortability over the whole classic stuff, she felt that she was devaluing the beautiful gown by wearing it all over the place.

"You okay with it?" Lily asked, standing up from the sofa.

"Yeah, It's preferable," Emma replied, glancing at her.

"Where did you get it?" She asked, noting that the clothes she was wearing would be too big for a twelve-year-old.