Eight o’clock arrives, and the doorbell rings. My hand flutters to my white sleeveless shirt before grazing my knees. The rough material of the denim shorts scrapes the tips of my fingers. The see-through shirt material is light, and the cami underneath doesn’t stop the cold air from touching my skin. Despite that, my temperature rises dramatically as the doorbell rings for the second time. My white tennis shoes sound loud as I walk down the hall. Taking one last look at myself in the ...