Twenty-Seven
Memory 16
Of course, the awesomeness of Jed’s party idea seemed much less when I answered the door to Viggo MacDuff, dressed as Baby Spice.
Jed dared me.
It seemed like a fun idea. And when I was planning my clothes with Em and Jed, the pink babydoll dress, pigtails and sequinned platform sneakers had seemed funny.
Now, seeing myself through Viggo’s eyes, I felt silly and a bit trashy.
I was expecting him to look shocked, disgusted even. But instead, he smiled and opened his black jacket to reveal a lurid blue swirly top, gold neck-chains and, as I looked down, I saw he wore lime green polyester pants and chunky platform sneakers.
“I have no idea who I’m meant to be,” he said, grinning. “But my sister said these were appropriate clothes. And you look … well, odd, but be
