"Miss Swann, I'm begging you. We need you to get ready!"
Mia tried to drag me again out of the closet for the nth time, but I ignored her pleading. Everything was too much and I'm almost overstimulated. If I didn't get my alone time soon enough, I would make an even bigger fool of myself out there.
"Your hair is not done. You haven't slipped on your dress yet. And!" Mia pulled me again, but I didn't budge. "Your make-up is now a mess. Miss Swann, please!"
I pried my hands away from hers and glared. "No, Mia! Can you leave me alone for just a moment?"
She put her hands on her hips and glared at me as well. "You know I can't. The ball's in a few hours and fixing your hair will take at least a couple. You won't be ready on time!"
"If you leave me be, I can calm down much quicker then we
