I wait for Ayla in the living room, the long classy black dress itching against my skin. I eventually received an invitation for Dane's party two days ago with the dress code: underwear optional.
Yeah, that's a no.
I fiddle with Ayla's keys in my hand. I remember the Furby keychain Julian gave back to me, which I had practically carry with me everywhere. Somehow, it became a lifeline in my pocket. Whenever I felt anxious, I would thumb the fuzzy thing in my pocket to calm me down.
I can't help wondering if Julian found a sense of calmness with it, maybe that was why he held onto it for so long.
I tug on the dress again, feeling trapped against my own skin despite the dress hugging my figure just right. Another one of Savannah's to-be-donated dresses.
"Ayla!" I call out, my patience t
