HAZEL
“What do you mean? I’ve got plenty of outfits. I’m sure I can find something decent to wear tonight.”
It irks me, the way I rush to defend myself. I blame it on Nick’s betrayal. The offlandish way he had misspoke about me to Nancy. It made me feel small. It still makes me feel small.
“Please freckles, don’t tell me you plan to wear one of those ugly ass flannel shirts to dinner. There’s also the matter of your hair.” Asher gasps, clutching his chest dramatically.
I turn away from him. “I don’t have time for this. I have a meeting to get back to.”
“Think about Warren,” he calls to me, halting me in my steps. “What would he say if you show up looking like some nerdy middle schooler? It’s going to prove everything he said right. It’s definitely not going to make him regret losing
