Betty’s POV, the night her parents died:
I’ve been nervous all day. I almost got a detention for not looking where I walked. Angel took the blame for me so I could get home in time to eat and get ready. Not that I have any appetite.
I’ve been looking forward to this day forever, but now I’m no longer sure. I know deep down that I have the skills to sing for an audience, but only in the last year have I gotten the courage to sing for others other than my family. My new music teacher has spent less time on technique than building self-esteem, and it worked.
“Go get dressed, sweetheart,” Mom says, smiling at me. Usually, she would have commented that I’ve only taken a few bites, but not today.
The beautiful dress mom made for me is in my room. It’s the pretties she’s ever made. The fabri
