A BAD DAY

The venue for the date this time was a restaurant made for the ‘first level’ of people of the society. Cayden was dressed in a black tuxedo, wearing his ten thousand-dollar pair of shoes which portrayed his extravagant lifestyle. I wasn’t dressed too casually; neither did I dress to stand out like Cayden did. I’d worn a black sleeveless flowing gown, with a small white jacket worn on my shoulders. I’d brought my nana’s white purse along with me and complemented the entire look with an ‘eight hundred dollar- worth’ black heel.

We walked into the scene together but as different people. I scanned through the almost...