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•17• Priscilla

I will admit— I don’t know how to pack. At all

I’m standing by my tiny closet, hand on my forehead, eyes unfocused on the clothes hanging in my wardrobe. There’s not one decent outfit I can wear to a dinner. And that, too, with Gerrard. 

The fuck am I going to do?

I'm biting my lip furiously, chewing on it, but I still can't think of a good outfit. My gaze is fixated on this dark purple dress with lace sleeves, but the problem is I don't have matching footwear with it. 

I heave a sigh. I should've listened to Mom and not packed light.

I'm in the middle of blowing out a loud breath when my phone starts ringing. I walk over to the side table on the other side of my bedroom, on which my phone is charging, and check the caller ID: unknown.

My brow sags a bit. Who might this be?

Nevertheless, I answer the call. "Hello?"

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