Truth hurts,

needed something

more exciting...

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Chimdi's palms were balled into a fist, with perspiration dampening them in growing seconds.

The closer her ride got to their destination, the more paranoid she became. She inhaled -- in and out, creating a rhythm as she tried to calm her racing heart. She couldn't for the life of her, figure out why she was getting so worked up at the dying minute.

It wasn't her first red carpet event and she'd never been this nervous. Her nerves were far from being smoothed out and her sweaty palms? She'd lost count of the times she'd tried to dry them up with the...