The Party 2

I should feel great, ecstatic even.

I am clad in a piece of art for a dress, embellished with perfect hair and makeup, attending a celebration in my honor.

Who wouldn't be happy? I should be delighted. Instead, I feel skittish.

A little over a month ago, I would not have even dreamed of this scenario in my dreams. The girl who has worn hand-me-downs all her life, and the only party I ever attended was the one where I was given away, sold off.

Life surely has taken a bizarre turn, I think looking at the people Avo is introducing me to. I am grateful for the Agostis to accept me, and to find people who have only showered respect and care in the last month. But right now I am all nerves, and uneasy with all attention.

The fact that most people have been looking at me with pure contempt doesn't help either. Being the only girl standing with the Agosti inner circle, which comprises only men, doesn't make you Ms. Congeniality. I can't forget the look on their faces when I walked in wit