That night I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking, ‘What have I gotten myself into now.'
Amy rolled over, looked at me, and asked, “Honey. What’s wrong?”
“This whole photo shoot thing.”, I replied.
“Still worried about someone figuring out that you’re a boy?”
“Kind of, and I don’t like that woman.”
“Miss Devon?”
“Yeah. There’s just something about her.”
“I know. I don’t care for her either.”
“I don’t know if I can do this or not.”
“Honey. It’ll be fine, your mother, Mrs. Taylor, and I will be there. Just think about all the dresses you’ll have fun trying on.”
