She dried her hair, straightened it before rolling it up then doing fringe with the front strains.

She was feeling giddy, excited, and nervous at the same time.

Am I doing the right thing? Is my dress beautiful? Will he love me? too many unanswered questions were running through her head.

'Do you think someone like him would love you?' the voice said. That taunting voice.

'You are nothing, you aren't beautiful like Jessie, you are too chubby and dumb. No man wants a ...