The dinner party plans went on without much more trouble.
All decisions were made, people invited, and now I sat in our room getting ready for the dinner party. My hands shook a bit as I pinned my hair at the top of my head in a decent-looking knot that suited the image I was going for.
Elegant and welcoming, were exact words Darcy's father used as he told me what he expected me to wear tonight. He invited me to his office and gifted me a dress that he thought fit the occasion well.
I think, in a way, he was trying to connect with me, but it felt more like a layer of control than anything else.
As I put it on, it felt restrictive and like a weight on top of my shoulders that was not there before. It felt like I could not take a fault breath of air, even when the dress was not even th
