Originally, she had planned for me to wear the black and pink cocktail dress she wore last year, but at the last minute she decided against it. She thought someone might remember it. So that morning, she bought me a white empire-waist gown with red detailing. It looked almost like a wedding dress. By the time she finished putting my hair in an up do with cascading tendrils, I really did look like a queen. Des rented a limousine for the night and somehow Sasha convinced him it would be more time efficient if the limousine picked up Sasha and me, then Will, then Des. Of course, the limo never came to Venton Heights. Sasha and I met the driver at the rental place and left from there. Sometime during dinner, the significance of what was about to happen registered in my mind. The student population of Bridgeton had voted on whether they liked me or not. Of course, I knew I shouldn't really care, but I did. I wanted to be liked, which meant I wanted to win. But then again, I didn't want to win.
What do You think about The Queen Bee Of Bridgeton?
