Larissa's POV
The evening of the quarterly dinner arrived far too quickly. Gwen had shown up at my room hours before the event, armed with makeup brushes, curling irons, and a variety of dresses for me to choose from.
“We just went shopping five days ago.” I said, staring at the dresses she brought in. There were so many that I couldn’t see her head over the pile.
“I don’t need all these outfits.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Gwen said, dropping the pile of clothes on my bed. “All of these dresses are absolutely fantastic and you’ll look gorgeous in them. Like this one for example.” She held up a dress that would put all other little black dresses to shame. The dress was a sleeveless mini dress that had golden feathers at the bust.
“I can’t wear this.” I said, shaking my head.
“Why not?
