"Fuck! What I'm going to wear?" I cursed as I searched my wardrobe looking for what to wear.

Beatrice had warned me to wear something thrilling and I don't have any at all.

I placed my palms on my head feeling frustrated.

I turned in the direction of the mirror staring at my pale reflection.

I jerked at the cacophony sound of the horn as I yelped in terror.

"OMG! She's here," I muttered as I jumped on my heap of clothes on the floor.

I'm surely gonna murder Beatrice for the stress she's ...