I started out the day in soft skirts and pastels, but by evening, when it was time for going out, all I wanted was tight and low-cut, dark eyes and high heels and messy hair. I wanted to look like I understand what all the attention is about, like I could have a garter full of matches hidden under my tight jeans.
For me, understand. Not for you.
My weekend, which was unplanned until Friday evening, has turned into one filled with cocktails and winking and small dark places and sexy people dancing. I miss Cat, who would be right in the middle of all of this, introducing herself to cute boys and making twelve new friends at each party.
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