Chapter 13
I had a love-hate relationship with this type of event. I always felt inferior to the older parents because they seemed mature and refined, while my life always felt like a mess like I was still a teenager. So naturally, I had to go over the top, look my best, and act professional. I walked to the closet, pulling out the new dress that I bought specifically for today, sliding it out of the garment bag, and snipping off the tags. My typical dresses consisted of sun dresses or party dresses, nothing in between. This one would be perfect, classy. I stepped into it, shimmying it over my hips, sucking in my stomach while I forced the zipper up. Hmm... it was a little tighter than I remembered and a little more low cut than I remembered. How did my body have the ability to turn even
