I still have no idea what to wear. For the past two days I’ve listened to Charlotte talk to Hannah and Cora about what she’s going to wear and then Cora and Hannah telling us what they’re wearing, and yet I still find myself standing at my closet on the morning of the party having not even thought about what I’m going to wear. I don’t even own a bikini, let alone have the confidence to wear one in front of strangers, and especially not in front of Cabe Evans. Even my one-piece swimsuit piece that I have to wear for swimming at school is far too revealing for my liking. I know that if I’d asked my Father for money for new clothes, he would have handed it over with no question. But I hadn’t thought about it, and now it was too late to do anything about it. I’ve never been comfortable asking my Dad for money, even though I know he earns plenty of it and wouldn’t want me going without something. It’s just not who I am. I prefer to use the money I receive for my birthday and at Christmas to buy clothes, and when I do, I choose items that I can mix and match so I don’t have to buy as many different outfits.
