Her dress, borrowed from Janessa, is a smidge on the small side, and she’s felt self-conscious all night. Her toes pinch in her high heels, also Janessa’s. Emlyn tugs them off and walks toward the deck’s edge. Her hair, long and tangled, is hot against her neck. It’s longer than she likes it, but when she scheduled a haircut, Janessa told her it was “very sexy and very Idaho” as-is, so Emlyn canceled her appointment at the last minute.
She is very dependent on what Janessa has go say.
