CHAPTER SIX
FIVE WEEKS EARLIER
“Is that what you’re wearing? Seriously?”
Katya eyed me sternly, and I held out my arms. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing. If you were about to celebrate your eightieth birthday, I’d give you a round of applause and say ‘great outfit choice’. As you’ve got another fifty-four years to go until that day, go back to your bedroom and choose something else.”
Rude. I’d picked the dress up at a charity shop. Now that Ryan and I were getting m-m-married (even in my head I wasn’t able to say the word without stuttering), I figured we should save money and therefore I couldn’t justify the cost of a new outfit for my engagement party. Or, another voice whispered, perhaps you don’t want a new outfit because you can’t get excited about this party...
The party hadn’t
