•• Sheila POV ••

My night was splendid. I couldn't hold it, I dreamt of him the hold night. 

You know that feeling when you think of seeing Beyonce or your best artist in a concert or wherever, like, you wish to touch her, talk, or hug her thou you realize that it won't be accessible. I mean, extensive mixtures of feeling... That is how I felt the whole night.

With lots of butterflies romping in my stomach. Weird sensation...

The next day morning, 

I take a bath, fix myself more than ever, with a rousing strawberry flavour lipstick. 

I rush to work wearing on a big smile, very excited,...