Mia

I was nervous, biting my lips as I stood before the mirror. I shouldn't have agreed to the party. I shouldn't have let them persuade me. Well, technically, they didn't persuade me. I was the one who had fallen for the hopeful expressions on their faces. 

I was beginning to regret accepting to go to the party. What was I thinking? I should have said no to them, without bothering about anything else. I was getting nice and I wondered if I should be worried about that.

I ...