Jas.
Up until this moment, all I could think of was what to tell Uncle Matthew when he asked where I was going, that I didn’t remember I had nothing to wear, and it was almost an hour until the event.
Now I was standing in the middle of the tiny bedroom I was staying at Uncle Matthew, staring at my closet like it had personally betrayed me.
All I had there was a hoodie, three pairs of jeans, two sundresses from last summer, five blouses three shirts, and the work skirt I wore to the interview. That was it. Nothing even remotely black-tie appropriate.
And somehow, I was expected to show up on Zane Marshall’s arm looking like I belonged in his world.
God, I was so screwed. I didn't have much on me to go shop for clothes, and even if I did, it wasn't going to get something as classy as b
