"Shit. Double hell!" I exclaim.

Roxana rolls her eyes, "Just call him, you don't have to be overdramatic." She says.

I try to remember if we exchanged numbers with Ryan. He's supposed to pick me up in less than ten minutes for the gala dinner. I quickly skim through my contacts list, until I spot his name and text him Roxana's address. I had initially given him my address but Oliver is there with his girlfriend.

"I'll get that." Roxana offers when her doorbell rings.

I nod and sit on her dresser to do my makeup.

Minutes later, she storms in angry.

"Ugh! I hate my fucking life." She screams...