I stand in front of the mirror, staring at the short black dress.
Billie bought me the dress for my twenty-fourth birthday. It's one of my favorite dresses. No, it's actually my only favorite dress. She knows my taste. That's why it was weird when she bought me that weird tuxedo on my birthday.
I'm excited to dress up and sneak out of this hellhole for the weekend. I need a break after the rough couple of days I've had.
My phone rings when I'm done putting on my black boots. It's Jack.
"Sel." He mutters. "Sorry, I have to cancel. Got an emergency. My sister's son fell ill. On my way to the hospital right now."
I feel sorry for his nephew. But I also feel guilty for being disappointed about the emergency that ruined my weekend plans. Why did the kid have to get sick on this specific
