"Cindy? Where the hell have you been?"

Angie's voice was and loud enough that I knew everyone inside could hear.

"Out," I said, pushing past her.

"Out? Out where? You left at eight last night dressed like... like that, and you didn't come home!" She followed me inside, her footsteps rapid behind me. "Do you have any idea how worried we were?"

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine! You look..." She grabbed my arm, forcing me to turn around. Her eyes widened as she took in my wrinkled dress, the ...