I was told to join the Godsons for dinner later that night by Lisa.

I don't want to go. I refuse it.

"It's not an invite... it's more of a request". Lisa said

So here I am sitting in front of my vanity mirror staring at my own reflection.

My fuzzy black hair is tampering down into beautiful straight hair. They shine under the reflective light beautifully.

A beautiful, elegant spaghetti strap dress with golden yellow color fits me like a glove flair out from the waist down reaches below my knees.

I run my hands over the material, it's the most beautiful thing I ever have on and it's...