![]() ![]() The room misunderstood, and slid shut the wall over her closet. It didn't seem fair, having to get worked up over half a word. She collapsed back onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling, feeling the room threaten to spin a little. "Only half of one," the room said, probably thinking it was clever. '"Semi?" It felt strange in her mouth, which was dry as cotton because of last night. "Semiformal, semiformal," she said, her eyes drifting over the expanse of her open closet, the carousel stuttering back and forth as it tried to keep up with Tally's random eyemouse clicks, setting clothes swaying on their hangers. ![]() The clothes were less comfortable and the parties no fun until everyone got drunk, but at least you didn't have to think so hard about getting dressed. Tally almost preferred formal white-tie or black-tie parties. For girls, though, the definition simply exploded, as definitions usually did here in New Pretty Town. Bad enough for boys, for whom it could mean jacket and tie (skipping the tie with certain kinds of collars), or all white and shirtsleeves (but only on summer afternoons), or any number of longcoats, waistcoats, tailcoats, kilts, or really nice sweaters. ![]() Like a night without a party, "semi" opened up too many possibilities. The invitation to Valentino Mansion said semiformal, but it was the semi part that was tricky. Getting dressed was always the hardest part of the afternoon. Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless. ![]()
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