Castles

Chapter 23

I wasn't sure what to wear. I owned a few dresses, but they never saw the light of day. But Joy told me we needed to dress the part—and now I was staring into my closet trying to figure out what part I wanted to dress for.

I pulled one dress out and pressed it against me looking in the mirror. It was a simple black dress I was sure I could pair with a subtle pair of flats. Black was professional, and it wasn't so revealing that I would look like I was trying too hard.

I dropped the towel wrapped around me and put on the dress.

"What the hell?" I looked down at my thighs. "Did I get taller or something?" I yanked it over my head and tossed it on my bed.

"Well, there's always the purple one," I muttered to myself. I yanked it off the hanger and groaned. "I forgot about the stain."

I dropped it on the floor and traipsed across the room in the nude and grabbed my phone. I dialed Joy. "I am standing in the middle of my room naked. I can't go."

"You are going." She told me. "Quit your bitching and throw on the red romper."

I rolled my eyes. "Who wears rompers?"

"People. A lot of people do."

"Joy, I know you bought it for me for my birthday and I appreciate it... but I don't think wearing a onesie to a business party is the right thing to do." I lifted the romper and studied it. "And how do you even pee in this?"

"You are wearing the romper." She hung up before I could argue. And then she texted me.

"Wear underwear with the romper," I read out loud.

I opened the top drawer of my dresser and grabbed a pair of black ones and hopped into them. She owed me for making me jump through such hoops.

I feared I would be uncomfortable all night.

I paired the romper with a small black heel and put on red lipstick. I even blew my hair straight and spritzed on some fancy perfume I had in my bathroom closet. It felt strange dressing up, but it was for a good cause.

I waited outside my apartment for the Uber to show and texted Joy, I told her she owed me for forcing me into the romper.