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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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Serena had absolutely nothing to wear to tonight's party, and that thought dawned on her only after she finished watching Connor's game and realized she should probably start getting ready soon. Subsequently, after that epiphany, she realized she didn't have anything to wear.
She lived nearly entirely in grass-stained denim and old cotton t-shirts. Serena couldn't remember the last time she went clothes shopping, and the few times she can remember it was Goodwill and not Chanel.
The only good dress she had, she wore to his last party. The nerves and her lack of time to get ready were setting in now, making Serena jump up to her feet and sprint to the stairs. Her sudden movements sent Mayo scurrying out of the living room and to the next open door.
She nearly tripped on her way into her closet, still a mess from the last time she tore through it. Serena scoured every nook and dark cranny in her wardrobe, holding up dress after dress, each uglier than the last.
She held up a frilly pink tutu and her face twisted in confusion, "I still have this?" The tiny thing was from when she was forced to do ballet, at five years old.
Serena let out an exasperated sigh, she found relics from the past before she could find a decent thing to wear. She made a mental promise to herself to go shopping after this, apparently never learning her lesson after the other times she tore this sorry excuse of a closet apart.
She was losing hope at this point she'd find anything when Serena spied Mayo making biscuits on her pile of discarded clothes.
"I'm a glutton for punishment, Mayo, what woman my age doesn't have more than one party dress." Serena sighed to her fluffy white cat. He only trilled in response, strutting past her and into the absolute disaster of her closet.
She watched as he pushed and nuzzled his whole body into a white shoe box, wedged into the back corner of the small space. Serena narrowed her eyes at the box, "Huh..." now questioning what it even was. She never remembered seeing it in her closet before, but it was also quite possible she unearthed it at one of her recent outfit search parties.
Serena leaned up onto her knees and crawled over to the box, dragging it into her lap. She opened the lid gingerly not sure what to expect. For all she knew there could be cursed dolls or more forgotten ballet tutu's inside.
All of her assumptions were incorrect, staring back at her was breathtaking glittering fabric. The forgotten piece of clothing caught the light, drinking it up as if it was a living breathing thing thirsty for attention. It sparkled and reflected the light so beautifully, filling the room with specks of light and quite literally making Serena's mouth fall open a little.
She narrowed her eyebrows together and gingerly picked up the fabric, and it cascaded down, revealing its full length and champagne color. It was a dress, and one Serena absolutely recognized now.
