#Chapter 11: Scrubbing Out the Stains

Celeste

I knew what I needed to do in order to remedy the situation with my dress.

The next night, after I had fished the cornflower blue dress out of the garbage and kept it hidden in a box in my closet all night, I fished it out. I practically gagged at the smell, and prayed that the stains hadn’t sat there for too long.

My brother was out, but he would be home soon. I only just got home after my classes for the day; I had to be fast. Quickly and quietly, like a mouse, I ran to the bathroom and got to work.

I found an article online with instructions on how to get stains out of satin fabric, and I followed those instructions to the letter.

The cold water ran over my hands as I scrubbed at the delicate fabric of the dress.

The memory of the trash can's pungent aroma was still fresh in my mind. I couldn't believe I had to go through all this just because of some cruel remarks; the dress had looked perfect on me, or at least, that's what I had believed.

I still never understood why Jac