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EmiLY’S POV.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I had dressed in a white satin shirt, and a long, pleated, black silk skirt. It was the last day of the year, and I wanted to look simple because John wasn’t worth looking impressive for.
I definitely didn’t want him thinking I had dressed up prettily for him because dressing up prettily for him was the last thing on my mind.
“Pretty casual, right?” I asked, throwing out my arms, showing myself to Sadie who sat on my bed, eating hot potatoes, which she juggled between her palms.
“You look pretty.” She said, and blew hot steam from her mouth.
“I do? Do you think I should change into a casual T-shirt and pants?” I asked, going to my wardrobe.
“You shouldn’t go.”
“Oh, come on.” I said, taking out a white T-shirt, and a pair of blue bo
