“I haven’t. Everything here is so beautiful, and complicated. It’s too fancy for me.” Chel felt her face redden further at the admittance, but Maelinn’s face just brightened, free from any judgment.
“Try these.” Maelinn held the clothes out to Chel with a continual smile, happy to help.
Chel took the clothes into the closet to change. She grimaced at the sight of yet more boxes, likely full of things she would never wear.