Fallon I look and feel stupid. This wedding dress is hideous, with white lace, long in length, and backless. It’s not my wedding day or anything, but it’s now only a week away. I’m with May and Janice, Billy’s wife, trying my dress on. As I’m not allowed to leave the clubhouse for any reason at all now, Janice brought the dress here. She made it, and I am grateful. She put a lot of thought and work into it, and under normal circumstances, I would love it. However, the truth is I hate everything about my life right now. I hate this stupid clubhouse and the people within it. I’m nothing but a glorified maid for these people. Brick has me cleaning the place every day — my own fault after complaining about being bored. If I’m not cleaning, I serve them drinks or make food like some slave.

