CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE 

HAZEL

I dressed myself in a short white dress with straps instead of sleeves. It was fitted to my waist, where it flared out in pleats.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Already, it was the fourth time I was changing outfits. Although I knew it wasn't going to be the clothes I'd wear for the photoshoot, I still wanted to look good.

“Should I try the yellow again?” I asked myself, moving to my wardrobe, but I turned around again, going back to my mirror, and patting my hair which fell around my shoulders and back in waves. “Just go with this, Hazel.” I cautioned myself,...