RORY
I’m going to break a sweat.
I’m going to break a sweat and ruin my make-up and then I’ll be toast.
I try to reach for my zipper one more time before I give up completely. Carter is going to have to help me with that. He’s already knocked on my door twice. The first time to tell me that he’s ready and that the car taking us to the event arrived already, and the second to ask me if I was waiting for a special invitation from the Queen of England before I came out.
That one cracked me up, I won’t lie. But I’d been making the final touches on my hair. Does he have any idea how much work and time it takes to get one’s hair and make-up done? Not a single clue, I’m sure.
With one final glance at myself in the mirror, I grab my clutch, necklace and walk out the door. The walk down the
