#Chapter 250: Whiteout

Abby I arrive at the shopping center in the neighboring town, and the excitement bubbling inside me is almost palpable. The dress at the Alpha gathering reminded me just how much I used to love getting dressed up for fancy occasions. After Karl and I got divorced, the most I would really ever get dressed up for was the club or going out to a nice restaurant; which is to say, not all that dressed up at all. Growing up in a well-to-do family, I was always attending some event or another. My parents kept their wealth on the low-key side, but we still always had holiday parting and business events to attend. However, with our relationship distancing further and further over the years, especially since I moved to the city, that option slowly dwindled. But now, things have changed—or so it seems. Now, for the second time in just a couple of months, I find myself going out to buy a dress for a fancy occasion. And although I can’t help but feel a little guilty as my mind whirls wit