I rummage through my wardrobe, hoping to find something that fits Eli's oddly specific description but all I have are two extremes ...the worn-out thrift pieces I bought before coming to Brookshigh and the luxury gowns I treated myself to from my YouTube earnings.
Nothing in between. No casual chic. No effortless middle-ground fits.
And there's no way in hell I'm stepping out in those old thrifts. Call it pride, but I won't dress like I've got no sense of self-worth.
Since I'm stepping out, I'm going to meet people, and since I will meet people, my appearance should speak before I even open my mouth.
That leaves me with one option—to be in one of the fancy dinner gowns. Overdressed? Maybe. But better overdressed than overlooked.
I hear a soft knock at the door before I can make the final decision on which particular gown would do.
Sage was standing with a large box when I opened my door. She's the last person I'd expected to her here.
