We got ready. Cassy let me do her makeup and she borrowed a dress from me. One I told her to keep when I saw that it looked better on her. I couldn't wear it now when it clearly had her name written on it. 

Me, I put on a black mini dress with spaghetti straps and black heels.

We got in the car and Cassy drove of. I started drawing circles with my hand on my stomach.

”Are you okay?” She asked and glanced down on my hand.

”I’m just a little queasy, maybe this ...