My heart is racing when I step out of my bedroom, knowing my parents probably won’t approve. I’m eighteen now, I remind myself. That may not have been enough to get me out of this function, but I can at least dress myself, damn it. My mom arches a sculpted brow when I walk into the living room.“I don’t think so,” she immediately says, her eyes running over me in a slow sweep, no doubt searching for sequins and coming up short.“Don’t you look nice,” my dad says, walking into the room in one of his black tuxes.“She can’t wear that,” my mom says, walking up to fix his bowtie.My dad looks me over like he doesn’t understand the problem. “Don’t be silly, honey. She looks beautiful, and this is a great opportunity for Sophia to make some connections and possibly get a job offer.”My mom’s eyes light up at his words. They both turn their eyes to me like all their future hopes and dreams are riding on my shoulders.Before I can protest, my dad says, “We have to go or we’re going to be late
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