Josie POV
I dressed. Part of me was considering dressing up to show my so-called mate what he was missing out on, but another part of me believed that I should be loved for who I was, not what somebody else thought I should look like. I didn't want to change who I was for somebody else's benefit. I put on a pair of black bootleg jeans and a dark green, mid-riff shirt that showed off my eyes and complimented my hair. I wore flats and left my hair loose and wavy down my back. I decided not to wear makeup, hated the way it felt on my skin, and put flats on. Feeling more like myself and bracing myself for what was to come, I headed downstairs and out to the grounds, towards the large marquee, where the party was taking place.
Already it was crowded. I squeezed inside and saw my father gestu
