I barely saw any of Elijah that week, except for the few times he decided to sit with us during dinner. So, by the time Friday arrived for the moon festival, I was pretty hyped to see him.
I had to borrow another outfit from Celeste for the occasion. Standing in her room as she pulls a golden halterneck top from a hanger, she says, “This will look gorgeous on you!” she says coyly, then winks. “And it will match your hottie of a boyfriend’s eyes, too.”
I flush. “It’s stunning. But don’t you think it’s a bit too—sexy for someone like me?”
She pauses, giving me a long look. “Girl, it’s made for someone like you.”
“I don’t know.” I take it from her, examining it. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Great. Now, put it on.” Celeste doesn’t wait for my reply, sticking her head back into her closet and rummagi
