Entry 7

Standing in front of the mirror at Madame Vue's was like standing in front of one of those funhouse mirrors. Even though I was aware it was me I was staring at, it looked nothing like me. It was like a mirage.

But of course, once I stripped off the amazing dress, it was just me again. Now I have two days to sit and wonder if that vision in the mirror had really been me. Oh how I wish I had been able to take the outfit home so I could see myself in my own mirror. Maybe staring at myself for several hours in the privacy of my own home would have convinced me that it was really me...

How am I going to make through the next 48 hours? And what have I gotten myself into with this Adolpho person? I must be out of my mind! I can't even imagine what all of this is going to cost.

Samantha