Chapter 12
For the second time today, I step into the wardrobe.
Apparently the dinner, planned in my honour, is a formal black-tie event. I don’t quite see the need for all this fancy-shmancy stuff or the pretentious debutante ball with a view to introduce me into society, but if everyone there will be dressed up, I really don’t want to stand out like a sore thumb in my black jeans and a sweatshirt.
Maybe I won’t go at all? I muse hopefully in my head. Maybe I’ll speak to Sam or Tabby. Maybe I’ll say that I’m unwell?
Filled with dread, I take a few steps closer to the wall, filled with silky and glittery dresses. I never had the chance to touch one, let alone wear one, so I’m out of my depth here. I feel nauseated at the prospect of choosing and wearing one, and the idea to ‘throw a si
