(Nicki)
Learning of the upcoming Devinsky family dinner had given me more nightmares than I have had in my whole life put together. Aaron informed me two days ago. I hoped it would still be a month away, but it was closer than I anticipated.
I stood before the mirror, watching my reflection with little confidence and no satisfaction.
Nothing seems to fit. Not even the dresses I purchased last time. Either the color looks too dim or too bright. The slit is too high up, or too low, or it doesn't seem to blend with my skin color. My wardrobe is a mess.
“ I look fat, don't I?” I asked out loud. Standing before his closet, he dips his head backwards to get a glimpse of me. “ I doubt.”
I insisted, and spinned. “ Well, take a closer look.”
“ How close do you want me to look?” He asked, aba
