Emma

The black dress I am wearing feels really nice against my skin. It is made of fabric that fits my body perfectly. The dress is not flashy at all. It is the kind of dress a serious businesswoman would wear. 

Every time the fabric touches my thighs, I remember what Knox said to me earlier. He said he would take what he wants tonight and I would be thankful for it. I stand in front of the mirror for a while, trying to look calm. My stomach keeps flipping like there is something alive inside me.

My little fight with Monica made me scared and jittery. That woman keeps...