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    “Good night,” I mutter and make my way upstairs.
    Getting rest doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen tonight. I lay in bed tossing and turning, wishing I could get my brain to shut down long enough to have a little peace. Bits and pieces of mine and Aaron’s relationship take center stage in my head. I always thought that we had a pretty great relationship, but I guess that was just my opinion. We never really had any arguments, unless it was over something stupid like what pizza topping we wanted or what way the toilet paper roll should go. I guess that’s why it’s still so hard for me and why it leaves me with so much confusion. Before I realize what’s happening, I cry myself to sleep.
    I wake up a little confused and disoriented. Where am I? Whose bed am I in?  It takes a few minutes for everything to start coming back to me. I’m no longer in Mon-tana. I’m in Seattle, Washington. I’m in my new apartment and this is my bed. To-day marks day one of my new start and my new life. I will get over the heartache I will get over Aaron and Allison and their betrayal. I'm a strong, confident lady. And this will not bring me down.
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    I feel excitement and nerves building at the thought of tonight. Getting ready, I’m honestly not sure what I’m supposed to wear. The only info Amber has given me is that it’s an exclusive members-only club, and I have the sense that it’s not a dance club. Walking into my closet, I glance around at my non-existent clothes and suddenly, I don’t want to go. I have nothing to wear. I’m fairly certain that jeans and a t-shirt are not going to get me by.
    “I have a closet full of clothes you are welcome to come shopping in!” I almost jump out of my skin from the sudden intrusion named Amber.
    “That’s okay. I’m sure I can find something in here,” I say while flipping through the measly pile of clothes I have.
    “Suit yourself, but there is a dress code.”
    Great! Of course, there is a dress code. “And that would be?” I question since she just left me hanging.
    “Nothing held in that shabby little closet of yours!” she says as she exits my room. Well shit.
    We walk into her room and it looks much the same as mine. Four poster king bed, only her sheets and comforter are black. She’s got a chest of drawers, and a nightstand beside her bed. There are no other decorations in here. She walks into her closet and walks out with the most gorgeous little black dress and black stilettos I have ever seen. I’m not sure I can fit into this dress, let alone look remotely good in it.
    “Wow! Amber, I don’t think…”
    She cuts me off, “Sure you can, and you’ll look amazing.” I stand in the middle of her room speechless when I hear her say, “I’ll leave you to it then.” And then she’s gone.
    Well, here goes nothing. Sliding this perfect little dress over my curvy body is no easy feat, but I manage. I’m surprised it actually fits. It’s beautiful. And seeing it on my body, I almost don’t recognize myself. I actually look really good in it and not like a slut, which is what I was expecting. As I’m buckling the black heels she handed me, I hear Amber walk into the room. For the first time, I notice her outfit; one little bend and her ass will be hanging out of her shorts, and don’t get me started on her shirt— if you can even call it that— it barely covers her boobs. Strangely enough, though, she looks good. I’m even more curious about this club if this is acceptable attire for their employees.
    “You look HOT!” she says, looking me up and down. “I don’t think you even need makeup. Well, maybe just a little blush. You’re looking a little pale there.” she says with that smirk of hers I’m starting to get used to. It’s like this woman doesn’t have a serious bone in her body.
    Standing up, I feel a little awkward and unsteady. I’m not used to wearing heels, especially not a pair that adds three inches to my height.