“Let’s see… not this one… not this one… definitely not this one!” When sliding outfits across the rack, she found her old ‘Sunday best’ dress that she used to wear to church with her family which had remained untouched since that fateful day. Thank goodness for winning that lawsuit last year or what few custom dresses she possessed that accommodate her irregular form would never have been affordable on a TAs salary. Lorelei never had much of a figure to her in the first place, other than a pair of breasts that now doubled the average cantaloupe, but now after several years of extreme dieting (a habit she was only now starting to break), there wasn’t much else to her. “There’s no way I can pull off this look!” she exclaimed in her head, looking down at her bare chest - which was all she could see of herself staring down. Phone still in hand, she quickly looked this up on Google. What do people wear to a girl’s night out? She’d never been invited to one. Practically slamming the sliding closet door to the side, Lorelei frantically flung through her fancywear looking for something that wasn’t too elegant, but not too casual either. She shut off Spring Fling or my Current Thing and scrambled immediately to the adjacent room in her apartment her bedroom. Darcy, Flint and Federica’s continuing love triangle suddenly concerned her not. But the text from Paisley changed everything. The middle of the week was usually her time to relax and take a load off her shoulders, i.e. The school day had ended a few hours ago, and she had been preparing for her usual Wednesday after work routine - which involved the couch, Deliveroo and re-runs of whatever trash dating show they were airing on primetime TV.

“Aaaaaaaaah! It’s finally happening!” Lorelei thought to herself.

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