looking for Alibrandi
Dear diary, I had it all worked out. Short, black and velvet with a nice neckline. I wanted it to be just perfect. Nonna had volunteered to make my dress so instead it was emerald green, it came to my knees and the neckline was almost choking me. I felt like the Virgin Mary. I couldn’t help but feel anxious. I was so worried that nobody would ask me to dance. I spent hours in the bathroom getting ready. Mum kept telling me that I looked beautiful, but what else was she going to say, she’s my mother. I looked everywhere for John and I made every deal with God so he would ask me for the first dance. Yet when I saw him standing with Poison Ivy I wanted to scream.