“Rory says she deserves nothing but the best for her senior prom.

We’re not cutting any corners when it comes to her big night.”

I rubbed my thumb along the side of my index finger, tracing the rough skin beside the nail.

In my bag, my legal pad was folded in quarters, covered in pencil figures I’d erased three times until the paper ripped.

The woman with the clipboard flipped her page over.

“Did Madison find her dress here in town, or did you have to drive into the city?”