I’m buttoning my dress now. Dabbing on some lavender perfume. It’s overkill, maybe, but it feels right somehow, treating this like a first date. A new beginning.

Lily should be arriving soon. She’ll drop me off before she heads to the party at the quarry.

I wonder if I should tell her. Not tonight, but soon.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s too late for me to try to be a good friend.