Chapter 17
- JESSIE
- I sat cross-legged on Tamara’s bed, watching as she tore through her wardrobe like a woman on a mission. Clothes flew in every direction—dresses, skirts, tops—until her once neatly arranged closet was a disaster zone.
- “You know,” I said between bites of my chips, “you could have told me about this party earlier instead of springing it on me an hour before.”