I sat down on a stool opposite the dressing mirror in my room. I stared at my reflection, contemplating if I should apply a touch of makeup or not. 'You're coming with me to a party this evening,' My eyes shut on their own as those specific words reeled through my head again. Sincerely, I feel so bad about the whole thing, I feel terrible as to I should have just agreed immediately when he had requested. I felt my subconsciousness taunted, yeah it was not a request, though. But then, I shouldn't have said no to him, he's my boss. And Nicholas is your boyfriend, my subconsciousness countered,, and...