Candice opened the door of the car, still fumbling with her dress and fixing her gloves constantly.
The fact she couldn't feel anything she touched because of the slippery fabric made her feel strange.
Candice wore gloves in dreams, often at that, but because she wasn't really feeling anything while being in a dream, she'd never much thought about it, or felt like certain pieces of garment were uncomfortable.
And some were very uncomfortable in real life.
She still was, naturally, angry with all that had happened earlier, and at the realization it had taken her so long to see and confirm one thing - she provably couldn't even trust her own family.
And Candice was sure she wasn't over thinking.
She was just pulling her right glove up, when she stepped out of the car and her hee
