Immediately, expecting the worst, I started panicking. “It looks terrible! Oh! I knew it, I was going to make a horrible first impression and ruin this meeting for dad, wasn’t I?”
I started looking around for something different to put on. It would be better if there was something I could wear besides a dress, but if not, maybe I could get at least a different dress that wasn't so tight and short.
As I turned around to head into her closet for different clothes, Bethany stopped me by hitting me in the back with a pair of strappy sandals. “Don’t be dumb, of course you look terrible. But there is nothing you can do about it. Also, you don’t have time to change, put those on, let's go."
I looked down at the sandals. Signing, I reached down and grabbed the sandals and slipped them on
