EMILY'S POV
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Anger, irritation and disbelief fuel me as I tug on the zipper of my baby blue dress. A shriek escapes me as my head falls back, and I grab the closest thing and throw it across the room. The plastic container hits the wall, cluttering against the floor before I lean back against the wall, sliding down it before sitting down. The zipper is halfway up before getting stuck, and it's one of my favorite dresses. I don't want to tear it, and call me sentimental, but it's something my mother made for me before my dad died.
"Em," Nico's voice echoes through the room as I sit, my head laid on my arms and I refrain from looking up at him. "What's wrong?" he asks, and tears swell in my eyes. I don't want to go to dinner. My dress is stuck. I hate you. I lift my head, gulping down t
