16: Party

"Amelia," Devon says when he answers the phone. "You know you're not supposed to call unless there's an emergency. Someone could be listening."

"This is an emergency," I stop in front of a boutique. "Damien Keller invited me to his party. Personally."

Devon's quiet for a good long while. "Fucking hell. I knew I could count on you. Where are you now?"

"At the mall. He gave me the day off so I could get ready." He also told me to ask Nora for the details. She hands me an invitation and the theme is gold. That's all it says. I guess that gives me an indication of what I'm supposed to wear. This is a formal event, and I need to dress accordingly.

"What do you need from me?"

"A dress. Accessories. I need to look presentable," I sigh. Then, I add, "He might not let me go if I'm dressed in rags."

He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Fine. I'll organize some things and I'll call you back in exactly twenty minutes."

I'm halfway done with my hot dog when he calls. It's been twenty-five minutes, actu