@msbrooketaylor
Nikita’s eyes roamed over the widespread racks of clothing as she endlessly searched for something that screamed easy and comfortable without looking like a potato sack. “I’m starting to think this was a bad idea,” She murmured with a rueful smile as her cerulean gaze flicked over to Brooke beside her. It had only been a few days that Nik had been out of the hospital and, considering the fact that she was still awkward and clumsy on her crutches, she probably should have taken another day to herself lazing about on Colt’s couch. Stubborn as always, though, she’d insisted on a short girls day out to find something she could easily dress herself in that didn’t fall into the category of yoga pants or oversized t-shirts. Resting on her good leg she plucked a large and obnoxiously floral print dress fit for her nanna off the rack and held it to her svelte frame. “Although--- this one has promise.” She teased, watching her friend for a reaction.