Zariah's felicity was inexplicable as she got ready for the prom. Her beguiling navy blue gown fitting her curves perfectly accompanied by immaculate curls resting on her back.

And the slit on the side of it, exposing her leg made her look undeniably hot.

"Ah this feels like a dream, Alessandra. I am going to confess tonight." She beamed her off shoulder-gown with full lace sleeves.

Taking help from Alessandra she got ready, wanting to look as the belle of the event.

"I agree. I am happy for you. I know he will accept, he could never reject you." She grinned, plopped on her bed.

Even after receiving proposals all...