DiaraThe day of the mate ball had finally arrived. Anxiety coursed through me as I stood in front of the wall mirror in my bedroom, while Kennis leaned against the doorframe, already dressed in an all-black outfit. He looked as HOT as ever, like he had just stepped out of a magazine photoshoot. I wore a beautiful strapless black dress and heels. My hair was styled in an updo, with a few strands falling softly to my temples. I looked elegant.I took deep breaths. In and out. In and out. “It will go well,” he said.“If it does, I can finally pitch my proposal about the abortion law,” I said,...