After I finished, I picked the most expensive and elegant evening dress in my closet. My curves was perfectly shown as it fitted my body. I let my naturally curly hair down.

I smiled as I looked at myself inside the mirror. I had a thin pointed face, cheekbones that sat high on my face. Lips that smear of pink lipstick and glossy skin.

I was contented as I pulled my purse and went out of my room.

I was gripping at the steering wheel tightly as I drove closer to the place. I felt mixed emotions of fear. Fear of myself and fear of what would happen after.

If...