Chapter 13
Rosalie stared at Bella's pajamas, blinking several times.
"That top doesn't work with ratty sweats, Is-a-bell-a." She drew her friend's name out.
The nude top with thin spaghetti straps and a lace bottom had no business being worn with an extra long pair of pants that would almost certainly still be too big for Bella in another six years.
Of course, the sweatpants had never been a good look on Bella. But them, along with the vintage Metallica tee that had also been way too large, had been Bella's sleepwear of choice for as long as Rosalie had known her.
Honestly, to see her in something else was weird.
"I bought what I could afford, besides, there was no way I was buying the matching bottom. It was little more than a pair of undies."
Rosalie shook her head before making her way over to her dresser. She opened the top drawer and rifled through it until she finally found a pair of shorts.
"Here, try these," she said, tossing them to Bella.