Hazel's Point of View
Steam still clings to my skin as I step out of the shower, wrapping one towel around my body and another around my hair. The quiet hum of the bathroom fan fades behind me as I walk barefoot into my bedroom, the soft cotton underfoot a comforting contrast to the cool air.
I stand in front of my open closet, towel clutched tight as I scan the neatly hung rows of clothes. Valerie’s birthday get together is tonight, she said “small,” but also said to “dress nice.” I frown slightly. Vague instructions. Typical Valerie. My fingers trail along the hangers until they pause on a flowy forest green halterneck dress. It catches the light softly and gives off just the right balance of effortless and elegant.
Perfect.
I slip the dress off the hanger and lay it carefully across
