Rory jerked his sleeve out of my fingers.

“Don’t touch my coat, Jodi.

And don’t bring your bitter attitude into a school where people are trying to have a nice evening.”

“I’m asking for two hundred dollars,” I said, my voice trembling no matter how hard I tried to keep it steady.

“That’s all she needs to get the dress ordered before the deadline.”

“You shouldn’t have waited till April to think about it,” he said, holding up his hand to stop me.

“I’m done talking about this.