Peyton had the fastest shower of her life. Excitement, anxiety, nerves - whatever the hell it was - bubbled under her skin as she started tearing clothes from her closet and systematically discarding them until her bedroom looked like a disaster zone. Where were all the cute clothes that she owned? Why did she hate every outfit that she pulled out?

     She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped. She looked like a frenzied she-devil on the hunt for her latest victim. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This wasn't who she was anymore. What had happened to her vow to stop dressing to...