"Sarah, I really can't stay," I said, trying to extract my arm from her grip. "I just came in to grab lunch..."

"Nonsense! You're already here!" She was pulling me deeper into the restaurant, past tables covered in decorations and photo collages from high school. "Everyone will be so excited to see you!"

"But I'm not dressed for..."

"Oh please, you look fine. Come on!"

Fine. I looked fine. That was the problem.

I was wearing one of the outfits Xander had bought during our business trip. ...