“I don‘t know if this is a good idea.” I glanced toward Vicky, unsure. Another dinner… Why did they keep forcing me to be in their presence? The last time I went to dinner, it was a disaster. She smiled, gripping my hand with hers. “It‘s going to be fine. Stop wo rrying so much.” “You said that last

time,” I replied, “I have a bad feeling about this.“. Vicky had outdone herself again while dressing me. My long hair had been curl ed and pinned up in a partial updo. My makeup was done to perfection, with small bits of blush highlighting my cheeks and giving me a more...