how wonderful life is now you're in the world

She’d allowed herself to be persuaded into a swanky, silk olive green wrap dress, solely on account of the fact that Anna had made literal heart eyes when she’d stalked out of the changing room in it (“Oh Kie, baby, it’s just perfect with your skin tone! You have to let me get it for you!”) because Kiara honestly did try to be a good daughter some of the time. This evening's topic of choice had been the questionable styling of Kiara's outfit.

Particularly on occasions such as tonight where her dramatic exit from the house had been fuelled by yet another heated screaming match with her mother. She thinks there is an actual possibility she could be physically sick and silently sends a prayer to the Gods that they’re feeling generous enough not to let that happen all over the interior of her Nissan Xterra because however dusty, old and beaten up it may be, this car is her absolute pride and joy - her means to freedom, sanity, survival and perhaps most notably, a reprieve from her parents. Kiara talks herself out of going to the party the entire drive there.Īlthough to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t actually take that much convincing - she’s already sweating buckets, her palms are slick and shaky and it’s an effort to keep her grip firm on her faded leather steering wheel every time there’s a sharp bend in the road.

How wonderful life is now you're in the world