CHAPTER 7 | Libby
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I’ve been trying on clothes for the better part of an hour and I’m still no closer to figuring something out.
Just pick something, I tell myself, scanning the floor of my bedroom. It looks like my closet threw up—my clothes, Laurel and Ally’s clothes, clothes I don’t even remember buying. This is ridiculous.
I’m ridiculous.
I stuff down a groan and dip into the pile closest to my feet, finding a black long-sleeved knit dress. It’s Laurel’s and it could definitely work. I’d just need...I turn back to the bed and find a pair of black tights on a pillow and my black boots under some T-shirts.
That’s a lot of black, I think. Try it anyway.
I tug everything on and study my reflection. I still don’t like it. This isn’t the right dress. Maybe I shouldn’t even wea
