Annalise Starke had known her mother was going to die eventually; she just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
At fifteen she had moved with her mother back to her home country of Australia with half a heart (metaphorically, of course) and her mo...
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I sat down on my bed with freshly dried—and curled—hair, lotioned legs, make-up done, and my warm, fluffy robe hugging me from all directions.
We'd gotten back from the beach a while ago and everyone had parted ways in different parts of the house to get cleaned up. I relished the feeling of clean, smooth legs rubbing together. I'd barely even gotten in the water and I had still felt sticky. That's the one downside to the beach for me, I always feel like I'm melting when I'm there.
"What are you thinking of wearing?" I called to Sylvie, who was climbing out of the shower.
She stuck her head out the door and shrugged. "I'm not sure. Like Breck, I completely forgot about it until Ryan brought it up... so I did not pack a thing."
I giggled and gestured to the closet. "Well, you know you're always welcome to anything." She hummed a thanks and I heard the blow dryer turn on.
I made my way into the walk-in closet. I had finally finished unpacking everything, so what was in here was what I had.
As I grazed my eyes over polka dot tops and light wash jeans, I began subconsciously putting outfits together. Then, my eyes caught on a piece of paper.
A tag.
That's right, I pulled the hanger down. I completely forgot I had this.
On the hanger was a practically brand new matching denim set. The jeans were low rise—but not too low—and the top had two cutouts that provided surprisingly good chest support.
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I ripped off the tags and pulled it on. It was so new that the denim still felt soft, though stiff. It hugged my body comfortingly.
From my shoe rack. I grabbed my well-loved pair of Samba's, hoping to dress it down a bit. I've been instilling the whole there's no such thing as being overdressed, you're simply the best dressed person there shebang, but it was my first function since coming back to Rose Hill, and I couldn't help but be nervous.
