The Fitting

I ran the entire way home and was a sweaty mess but still had a few minutes to spare before the fitting. I took a quick look in the mirror and realized I was a hot mess. I did my best to freshen up with some simple new clothes, deodorant, and redid my hair quickly, and raced into the big living room where my fitting was. I raced to make frantic apologies but although I was on time, I could see many of the priestesses were there and then I looked around to see I was the only one not dressed in their white gowns and made eye contact with the high priestess sitting on the red felt couch with a golden trip. Shit! I could see all the faces and knew nobody was pleased. I found myself looking from priestess to priestess until I landed on sweet Laura who gave me a half smile trying to encourage me to push through. Before I could say a word I heard her speak, “Kellina you are late,” with a very snapping tone.

I wasn’t even sure what to do so I bowed lowering my head and taking a step toward