MILDRED

YOU'RE A QUEEN, NOT A HIGH SCHOOLER.

My mind and heart were on where Enid was going to take me. I was unsure of what to wear.

In a closet filled with nice outfits, I found nothing to wear, I shuffled through racks and racks of dresses and there was nothing to wear.

I couldn't keep Enid waiting any longer. I decided on a brown dress with long sleeves and a high neck. My hair was brushed and secured with a hair clip so that I was ready.

Enid was still in the room but the breakfast table had been cleared. His eyes left his phone to my face...