Feels Weird.
A couple of hours had passed, yet my anticipation for tonight only kept growing. The thought of going out to dinner with Dad after everything that had happened felt surreal. It wasn’t something he usually did. It wasn’t something I could have ever expected.
But instead of basking in the shock of it all, I was stuck dealing with a far more urgent crisis, finding the perfect outfit.
I stood in front of my wardrobe, staring at the endless rows of clothes as frustration slowly crept in. Every dress, every top, every skirt, and every pair of jeans I owned suddenly seemed completely wrong for tonight.
I groaned under my breath, yanking out a sleek red dress and holding it up against my body. It was bold, maybe too bold, and after a few seconds of scrutiny, I tossed it onto the
