Chapter Twenty-One
Amelia Lizzie insisted on coming back to my room to help me get ready to go out dancing. We spent twenty minutes going through my suitcase before she decided I didn't bring anything fitting enough. We ran over to her room where she began pulling out all her dresses for me to pick from. "Jesus," I mumbled under my breath as I watched her dig through all six of her suitcases. I can't believe I used to live my life this way, I thought to myself, so exhausting. I wanted to wear something flattering but, something that didn't draw too much attention. Lizzie didn't care what I wore as long as I showed some skin. I had picked a blue spaghetti strap knee length dress. She chose a tiny red number that I did not even want to dignify by trying on. My underwear covered about as much as it would. A
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