Alice's intense examination of my casual jeans and t-shirt made me feel uncomfortable, hinting at her likely plans for another fashion overhaul. It was clear that my lack of interest in clothing was a persistent annoyance for her.
She would relish the opportunity to style me daily, treating me like a large, movable paper doll, dressing me up repeatedly if I let her. This dynamic underscored the differences in our attitudes towards fashion, with her enthusiasm contrasting sharply with my indifference.