Sophie Smith is a foster girl who's bounced around from state to state, "looking for her forever family," but Sophie's not stupid. She knows she doesn't have one. Her newest family, the Evanses, seem nice, but Sophie knows they don't really want her...
Saturday, the day of the party, I was informed of how, exactly, Evie had been invited. As it turned out, she had once dated the owner of the mansion, George Weston's, son, Ty. Ty had cheated on her, and in order to stop "bad press," as he called it, George had decided that Evie and whoever she brought as her plus ones were automatically invited to any of his son's parties. I had no idea why this dude cared so much, since Ty must have billions of trashy (no offense to Evie or anything) girlfriends, but apparently he did.
Unfortunately, this time that included me, which Tanya was none too pleased about. "We have to make the trash not look like trash?" was her first choice of words, and Evie placed her hands on her hips and glared at her best friends.
"That trash is my sister," snapped Evie.
"Foster sister," Tanya and I both said at the same time. For some reason, it annoyed me when Tanya pointed it out.
"Anyway, Soph, I've already picked out your outfit," Evie said joyfully, before giving me a hard glare. "And you're designated driver, since this is your first party, so you better make sure that your outfit - and Tanya's and my outfits - all end up okay. Besides, I'm loaning you a pair of my black pumps, and I really really like them, so you better take care of my babies."
Tanya pursed her lips as Evie brandished my Party Outfit from its hanger in my closet: a sequined black long-sleeve crop top, a high-waisted white denim skirt, and, of course, the glittery black pumps. I knew she and Tanya wouldn't let me leave the house without makeup, though, either.
But first, of course, Evie and Tanya had to get ready for the party themselves, so I allowed them to use my en suite bathroom, because the Evans' house was just that large. Evie didn't seem to mind borrowing her foster sister's bathroom, and she instructed me to get dressed while they were in there.
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^^^^^^^Sophie's Party Outfit^^^^^^^^
I knew they would just force the Party Outfit on me even if I didn't want to wear it, so I slid into the sequined black crop top and the white denim skirt, baring my belly button and, if you looked closely, a small scar. I didn't put the pumps on just yet, though.
Dylan came by while the girls were getting ready; evidently, he'd been hanging out in Ethan's room, because Ethan followed. He glanced to the bathroom, and suddenly I felt like a piece of meat. Dylan was only here to see me, in my Party Outfit. Ethan wanted to see Tanya, who was only into Dylan.
I felt incredibly self-conscious, but thankfully, in that moment, Tanya appeared, sashaying barefoot out into the room, before letting loose a horrible gasp at the sight of Dylan, her gaze completely missing both myself and Ethan.
"Dylan!" she exclaimed, pushing her way in front of me, and Dylan blinked, having not even noticed she was even there. "I don't have my makeup on yet!" she exclaimed, though she didn't really seem to care. Was she pushing her boobs out? I briefly wondered, noting the highly noticeable cleavage - and yet, Dylan's eyes hadn't flickered down to Tanya's chest at all. Instead, he was merely looking at her with a bored expression.
