““I SELF-CONSCIOUSLY TUG at my dress, for which Phoebe rewards me by slapping my hand. I give her a look. She gives me a look back, but she's smiling. “Stop messing with your dress. You look amazing.” “My ass is almost hanging out.” I point my leg out and look at my strappy three-inch silver open-toed heels. “Although, I really love these shoes and have been wanting to wear them for forever.” She draws on her cigarette and squints at me through the smoke. “Your ass looks hot. Trust me.” I sigh and nod. This is what I wanted, right? I just need to suck it up and not think about it. Have fun. But it’s hard not to be self-conscious when I feel like I’m baring all and I don’t like the feeling. This dress is like a second skin against my curves—and lack of. I added a wide black belt to feel not quite so naked, but you know what? For some reason, it didn’t help too much, probably because it’s a belt.””
