Whitney had recommended I sleep well before the gala, to keep my existing beauty with some sleep. Over the past three days, I have been doing just that, sleeping, and taking my precious time to get over my infatuation for Miles. The times I was awake were to eat, talk to Melody and Sandra, grab some smoke, or read a book, the same routine over and over in no specific order.
It was Friday now and I felt choked with all the preparations. The tailor had taken my measurements since Tuesday, luckily I had the free will to pick the dress I wanted at least. The nail and lash technicians came today, Sandra had claimed they were the best in all of Manchester. They had quite the artistic look, identical sisters who decided the best color to match their hair was red, which matched their dark skin qu
