ARIA

I step back and take a look at my reflection in the mirror.

I look nice—I'm wearing a baby blue dress that ends just above my knees, and a pair of beige colored sandals. My hair is straight because I didn't know what else to do with it, and I have done lipgloss on my lips because I don't want to look overdone.

It's supposed to be a casual dinner, anyway. I'm afraid of looking ridiculous.

Overall, I'm satisfied.

Uncle Barty honks his horn as I'm reaching for my cross-body bag, and I ...