4
Finally, bid night was past us and I didn’t join any sorority—Audrey and Sarah didn’t try to hide their disappointment very well.
Saturday, Molly seemed like another person. She smiled at me and treated me like a good friend. It seemed that not joining a sorority had been the right choice for the sake of my friendship with my roommate.
“Are you sure you want to go like that?” she asked.
I spun around to face the mirror. I had opted for a jean skirt, red Lucchese boots, a white blouse, red earrings, and a silver bracelet with a horseshoe charm. “What’s wrong with it?”
She shook her head and smile. “Nothing. Like I said before, I’m not used to seeing a girl wearing cowboy boots all the time.”
“But this is Colorado. I mean, aren’t there a lot of cowgirls around here?”
“Yes, but we do
