Once I got home, I showered and changed into an outfit my Mom had bought me. It's not really my style, but I wear outfits my Mom picks for our weekly dinner. I want to be the daughter she wants. I put on the sapphire blue shirt. I can't wear a bra with it, since it is a backless, drapey, silky thing. I paired it with a knee-length pencil skirt with a pleated bottom hem. My Mom specifically picked this skirt and told me to show off my great legs. I style my hair in a braided bun and added a little make-up. I hate this, but I will not be an embarrassment to my parents at the packhouse. Taking one final look in the mirror, I thought, 'Not too shabby.' And then, 'I look good.' Lastly, I stepped into a pair of high heels that Ang referred to as fuck me heels. I waited downstairs for Dad, reading the assigned novel for English. Dad came in and took the stairs 2 at a time, calling to me "Back in a few Celly Bug." I heard the shower start and knew Dad would be back down in less than 10 mi
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