I am so nervous that I could piss on my pants.
I paced back and forth in front of my wardrobe. And I have been doing this for thirty minutes now. I am so anxious that I am even biting my nails now.
I looked at my clothes hanging in front of me. I haven’t worn most of them and usually, I don’t have to worry about my dresses to formal events but tonight is an exception.
Porter told me just hours ago that we are going to attend the birthday party of Sylvia Black, his aunt. Of course I got mad at him because he only told me that today! Didn’t he know that women need to time to glamor up when it comes to attending formal events?
I shut my eyes and remembered what he told me.
“It doesn’t matter, baby. You’ll look great even with casual clothes on,” he said as I was already hysterical in t
