"Both of you, enough."
My hands shook as I buttoned the bodice, the sash made from Dad's service tie feeling heavier than ever. I pinned his silver pin, the one from basic training, at my waist and stared at my reflection.
For a second, I hesitated. Was I about to make a fool of myself?
Downstairs, laughter rolled through the house. I could hear Jen saying, "She's probably wearing something she found at Goodwill." Her voice carried straight up the staircase.
Lia chimed in. "Or something she pulled out of the donation bin behind the church."
Both girls laughed.
"She's probably wearing something she found at Goodwill."
I forced myself to breathe. I had to do this. I opened my door and started down the stairs. Jen's mouth fell open.
"Oh my God, is that...?'"
Lia blinked, then snorted. "You made your dress out of a uniform? Are you serious right now?"
Camila's eyes narrowed. "You cut up a uniform for that? Lord, look at you, Chelsea."
"I didn't cut it up. I made something out of what he left me."
Camila laughed. "He left you rags, Chelsea. And it shows."
Jen shook her head. "What, working at the diner wasn't enough for a real dress?"
