I grabbed the digital scale and made sure that my morning fear wouldn't come true. Damn it, the scale never seemed to compromise with a woman's body. Whenever we tried not to let the number go up, it just rolled up sharply. But when we wanted to see the number increase, it moved as slow as a snail traveling around the world.

I rubbed my face in frustration. The clothes I picked matched my newly applied makeup perfectly. Should I change my outfit? What if I'm late? Oh, I know! I still remember buying that corset from a TV shop commercial. Naomi and I ordered it because we were tempted...