[Adelaide Knowles]
I rummage through the wide walk in closet, trying to find something suitable to wear. My eyes dart across to the big brown box on one side of the closet, the box is slightly open, revealing a black, asymmetrical dress Christian rolled into my closet the first time I moved here. I figure I might have to make do with that dress, given that I am quite confused as to what is expected of me tonight. How should I react? What do I say when someone throws me a question I have no interest in answering. For a moment, I wish I hadn’t taken Shane’s bait. For a moment, I wish Christian was here. For a fleeting moment, the thought drifts through my mind and I blink, as though to erase it as quickly as it comes.
The dress fits like a memory; a sleek, form fitting style. It has a on
