All rights reserved. Cover Design by SexyBookCovers.com “You should totally go, Lacey.” I sighed and threw Alma a look that could kill. “I don't know, Alms. It's not really my scene.” “Who cares? You're my friend. I don't have a date, and I want you to go with me.” She grinned at me and shimmied into her tenth red dress of the day. “Alright, but you're the one who wanted to bring along an unemployed loser. Wasn't my idea. Just remember that.” Alma rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Soon to be employed. It's just a downturn, a run of bad luck. That's all.” “Yeah. I guess.” I wasn't convinced. My bookkeeping skills were up to par, but my company had downsized and out I went. I was just another Millenial brat in need of a good job. “Oh, hey. Do you have something to wear tonight?”
