While I accepted Alex’s invitation happily at the time, once I get home, my eyes truly open.
There’s no way any of my current clothes will be good enough for me to wear to this dance. It’s supposed to be black-tie optional, not semi-casual, and just about all my clothes are semi-trash. The outfit I managed to put together for the movie was basically fool’s luck, but that’s entirely too casual for this dinner party.
I realize, with startling clarity, that there’s no way I can go when I’ll be so severely underdressed.
I start to panic a bit, emptying out my closet. Maybe there’s some magical dress or something I haven’t worn in a long time? Maybe it’s tucked away, like, from a funeral or something…
No, actually. Since Mom and I got ousted from the family, we’ve had no funerals to go to.
