AVALON
I sat still in the unnecessarily high chair, the hairstylist had me on, too afraid to breathe just in case I missed my hair up.
My heart was pounding in my chest. This was supposed to be a good night, and I wanted it to be so. But there was something about it, I couldn’t place my finger on.
Something is missing and I need to know what.
Maybe it was the missing memory that had me frozen because I did not know how I was supposed to act at this party.
Once the hairstylist was done, I was helped into my dress for the evening. This felt familiar. Not the dress itself, but the preparation of it. It made me question if I had experienced this also.
Merrick was outside my door, waiting on his feet instead of the living room where he could have rested while waiting.
“Avalon, you look
