Chapter Eight
When Rachel woke up the next morning she rubbed her eyes and sat up feeling confused. She thought about her night and wondered if it had all been a dream.
Did that all really just happen?
She got out of bed and saw her party clothes on the floor of her closet and knew it was not a dream. She picked up the denim skirt, brushed the wrinkles out, and brought it back into Sarah’s room.
As Rachel was hanging the Gap skirt back on the hot pink hanger, her mom walked through the door of Sarah’s room, holding a laundry basket.
“What are you doing in here?” Rachel’s mom asked, sounding surprised.
“Oh, I, was just returning a skirt I borrowed from Sarah,” said Rachel.
Rachel looked at her mom as she stared back at her with questioning eyes. Rachel worried her mom would ask why s
