Brielle's POV
It was the night of the function. I was ready and looking beautiful, all thanks to Angela and Chantal. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I was nervous, and I just had to get this evening over and done with. It's only for one night. I sucked in a deep breath and exhaled though my mouth, calming my nerves.
"Here you go," Angela handed a black clutch bag to me, "Your phone is in there, condoms and makeup," I looked at her in the mirror. "What? Better safe than sorry. I know for a fact he will want to rip this dress off you," she shrugged.
"Thank you for the amazing job ladies. I wouldn't have been able to do this without you." The doorbell rang.
"That must be him!" Chantal exclaimed excitedly as she went to open the door. My hair was neatly pinned up, I had smokey eye
