#Chapter 30: For Yourself

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. So I can’t even put on a black ensemble and act like it’s black-tie optional and not meant for the dead.

I’m truly shit out of luck.

“Hhhhaaaaagh…”

Okay. Okay.

Calm down, me. Maybe I can fit my mom’s clo