If Mag, my parents or anyone I know sees me right now, I'd flip. I will die.
As I tip up the taxi driver and step out, I quickly sweep a glance up and down the street. No one's in sight, thank goodness. Lord, I've never felt so ridiculous in my entire life. This is what happens when you let a dead ex-boyfriend handle how you look.
I'm wearing the satin dress from the shop, which much to my dismay fits me properly and makes my arse appear bigger. My feet are squished into the black pumps and six rows of ancient pearls, just like the one Bonnie had on are jangling around my neck. Circling my head is a white chiffon headband, beaded with rainbow colours and a piece of animal skin stuck on it.
Can you believe it? Animal skin?!
My hair has been tortured into a series of outrageous locks tha
