“Chelsea, did you clean the living room?”
“Yes.”
I slipped upstairs, heart pounding.
In my room, I put on the dress.
The sash was made from Dad’s tie. His silver pin rested at my waist.
I stared at my reflection.
Was I making a mistake?
Downstairs, laughter echoed.
“She probably found something at Goodwill,” Jen said.
“Or from a donation bin,” Lia added.
They laughed.
I took a breath.
