Marji

The sun is rising as I settle behind my steering wheel with my cape wrapped securely around me, concealing the outfit I wore to Lace and Leather beyond my shoes and stockings. It isn’t until I’m off the grounds that I pull my car over and succumb to the tears I’ve barely kept suppressed throughout my conversation with Dorothy and the valet.

Turning off the engine, I lower my window as my head bows forward and tears bubble from my chest. As ...