CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
I’m freaking out and rightfully so. Up until the last minute, it hadn’t hit me yet. I’m invited to a f*****g rich people’s event. Hikaru is from a rich family. My wardrobe is certainly the opposite of fancy. What was I thinking saying yes?
“Calm down,” Rita says for the umpteenth time as she scavenges her wardrobe, throwing out every clothe her hands touch.
“Easy for you to say, “I stop pacing, now reduced to a pleading mess, “You are my last hope, Rita. If you don’t get something good enough to make me blend in, I’m toasted,”
“Here. I think this will do,” she proudly presents an extremely pretty white dress. Its is nothing to revealing or too outstanding.
“Perfect,”
I’d taken a shower in her bathroom earlier so instantly; I rush back in to dress up. I’m almost be
