A few hours before the party, Felicia had practically buried herself inside Athena's walk-in closet.
Clothes were flying. Literally flying. A red dress sailed over Athena's head and hit the floor.
"NOT THIS ONE...jTOO SAD," Felicia declared dramatically from inside the closet.
Athena sat on her stool, face in her palms. "Felicia, I don't feel like going."
Felicia stuck her head out, eyes wide. "Excuse you? Athena Ashbourne, you're going. I didn't shave my legs this morning for NOTHING."
Athena blinked. "…What does your legs have to do with me going?"
"It's the principle!" Felicia shouted, vanishing back into the jungle of clothes.
Another dress flew out. Followed by a shoe. Then a hanger. Athena dodged all three.
God Felicia is definitely going to be the death of her.
"Felicia. Please. I'm serious. I don't want to go to that stupid party."
She's having a very bad feeling about all this party thing.
