Chapter 12 - Harper

I look one more time at my mobile screen to make sure I'm in the right place. And in checking, I am. I get out of the car very slowly and mentally thank my mother for lending me her '89 Volkswagen, after telling her that I would be going to a family reunion at Lara's parents' house, or else I would have had to pay a high fee to get here. It is not at all comfortable to be clad in a white dress, carved to the body that falls just below the knee and over a pair of silver d'orsay slippers, as if to take the subway and walk up the entire hill.

I look up and look at the nice house in front of me.

A sense of regret begins to wash over me. I'm not sure if listening to Cynthia and dressed up as her was a good idea.

I don't understand why I keep pretending to be something that I am not.

I snort in frustration when one of my feet threatens to twist, and I go back to berating myself for paying attention to Cinthia. What was I thinking? I can hardly walk wit