6: Phoenix.

Standing in front of the mirror, I wonder what Yusef will think of this dress. I tried to pick something out that made me seem older, but there aren’t a lot of dresses like that in my closet. It’s too late to try and order anything, and I’m not waiting.

Turning around, I check my backside to make sure the dress is covering all that it should. Especially the places where I’m bigger, like my butt and thighs. The soft pink dress is fitted at the top, and down to my waist. Thankfully it’s got a little stretch to it, and it’s fairly comfortable. There’s a sweetheart neckline, and it’s tied in the back with a bow. Everything I own seems young and immature, but it is what it is.

After what happened last time, I put on flats instead of heels. I know taller shoes would make me seem older and maybe slimmer, but with how crazy everything was last time, I don’t want to risk it.

A knock sounds at my bedroom door, and I hear Marco on the other side.

“Phoenix, the car is ready.”

Marco doesn’t dare t