22

LAURA

“Not that one.”

I looked away from the gown I was holding in front of me, to Balery who was sitting on my bed with her legs folded underneath her. She was referring to the gown and after taking another look at it, I nodded, agreeing with her.

I dropped that gown back on the bed and picked another one, lifting it up high. I turned it and stared at the back—or rather, the fact that there was none to speak of.

I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to wear it long before Balery shook her head.

“Definitely not that one,” she said with a small smile. “You can wear it when we go to the club.”

I tossed it on the bed, watching it join the scattered pile of clothes that had taken up most of the bed.

We’d all decided to go to a bar in town today and over the past hour, I’d been with Balery in my room, the both of us trying to decide on something for me to wear. Well, I’d tried to make a decision myself, and failed—terribly—then I’d gone downstairs and dragged her up here with me. It w