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61 " What are you doing?”I dropped the dress and whirled around. Stephen stood in the doorway of the closet, looking at me steadily.“Nothing,” I said, crossing my arms. “It’s a beautiful dress.”“It’s my mother’s. What are you doing in her closet?”I struggled to come up with something, anything that made the tiniest bit of sense. “She came to see me today,” I blurted. “Told me to stay away from you. She said I wasn’t good enough to date you. I didn’t believe her.” I paused for dramatic effect. “But now I look at your big house with your mother’s fancy walk-in closet. Any one of these dresses cost more than my whole wardrobe. And I’m thinking maybe she’s right. I can’t compete with the rich girls. I don’t belong in this world.”Pass me the Academy Award. I don’t know how I did it, but hysterical-girl tears sprung from my eyes as I ran out of the room and down the grand staircase. "
― Kim Harrington , Clarity (Clarity, #1)
62 " I really think you should go home,” Mom said. “Get some rest.”My fingers gingerly touched the bandage on my forehead. “I’m resting here.”“Me too,” Perry said from the chair beside me. He had a matching bandage on his head. We looked like two idiots who’d decided to have a head-butting competition. "