Amalia Anderson
Around six in the afternoon, I went inside my room and started pulling out outfits for a club party. I will attend the first party with a real friend, not my cousins or the bodyguards, not someone I was imposed on by my broad and extended non-blood-related family.
What should I wear? I looked around my closet. I pulled out a wide-legged black pair of pants and an off-the-shoulder gold top. These are comfortable and conservative. Do I want to pass as a flashy nun on my first real party? I think not.
Then I pulled out a red skirt in an A-line and a white top. Flashy, but too Stepford Wives style. Nope, this is not it.
I pulled out a cute crop top and a mini skirt... too slutty... I thought.
In the back of my closet, there was something that might help for this occasi
