C11 Eleven

Medora

Yellow changed her mind at the last minute—of course, she did. She wasn’t attending the wedding but she wanted to show up for the dinner later tonight. Never mind that Clyde had already bought her a dinner dress. Now here I was, tearing through my closet to find something that might match up to half of hers.

"Medora, I’m—"

"Shut up!" I snapped