Chapter 189 Freaky

• Evelyn
• "Black suits you better," Jacob said, his voice a low murmur, "That peach one was far too plain."
• "Fine," I relented, handing the black dress to the sales assistant, who’d practically become our shopping partner at this point. Jacob and I had been here for the past hour, and just when I thought we were done, he'd find something else—matching shoes, bags, accessories, even items I knew would just sit in my closet collecting dust.