Dress well or die trying.
In the near future, when I may have turned into a possible snobby cow, when no words of reasoning can get the good old laurel back, no matter what mistakes I make, no matter who I consider as my friend, the one person whom I will always stay loyal to is Eleanor.
I thanked her repeatedly and grabbed the white dress in which she had given to me, seeing as she knew I didn’t have a backup dress of any sorts. I dashed to my room and threw the dress on. Black suede heels suited the clutch that I grabbed as I hastily ran to join an impatient Eleanor at the door.
The limo was parked right in front of the dorm alongside about fifty others. I ran over to a waving Paul with Eleanor trailing closely behind me.
“You’re ten minutes’ late ladies.” Paul said once we’d huddled
