You are 14 years and 330 days old. Your quince is fast approaching. You apply a near-professional indifference to most things, but you care deeply about the dress you will wear to the party. A floor-length A-line in a light peach color with silk flowers set along the edges of an open back. The idea for the dress was yours: you made a rough sketch of it in your Lisa Frank notebook, fancying yourself a real designer. You and your mom spent an entire Saturday morning at the craft store deciding on the material and the flowers. You don’t remember how much everything cost, but your mom’s face looked pained when she handed over her credit card.