22
Emma
2007
“Look what I’ve got!” my friend Karen exclaims, holding up her wrist. She’s showing off a new gold bracelet, which totally goes with her white party dress. She’s way overdressed for the arcade, but I don’t say that. “Isn’t it just amazing?”
“It’s really pretty,” I say, pushing myself further back into the car’s back seat. I’m wearing jeans and a top that’s printed with a giant butterfly, and I’ve got my hair twisted up in a bunch of teeny butterfly clips.
Karen looks satisfied with my answer, pursing her lips and nodding. I look at Donovan, our chauffeur, but he is silent as usual. Karen and I are on our way to Asher’s 22nd birthday party, or at least the arcade part of the day.
I overheard Asher talking to his girlfriend about the rager they’re going to throw later in t
