—AMELIA—
My nerves were all over the place as I zipped up the dress I was instructed to wear. As I admired myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but grin at my reflection. The dress didn’t look half as bad as I thought it would when I saw it last week on the hanger. I must admit, it looks a lot better on.
I put my hair up into a long straight ponytail and stuck on some fake eye lashes to make myself feel a bit more confident about my appearance. After drawing on my eyeliner and smoothing in my foundation, I slipped on my red heels to match.
The necklace that Michele had bought me caught my eye as it sat on the side by the table. I debated whether to put it back on or not. I walked over and picked it up. The memories of us together at the charity dinner came flooding back and I couldn’
