Jasmine paced the length of her bedroom, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The weight of the impending night pressed heavily on her shoulders, making her feel like she was walking into a battlefield rather than a gala.
God she had never been this anxious in her life.
The shimmering deep blue gown she wore hugged her figure perfectly, its silky fabric cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was beautiful—undeniably so—but it also felt like a costume, like she was playing a role she wasn't sure she was ready for. She looked like an heiress, confident and sexy, except she wasn't an heiress and right now she wasn't confident.
Through the open door, she could hear the laughter of her sister, Ruby,and her best friend, Lisa,coming from the living room.
Their excitement was almost contagious, they were like little girls who were gushing over their new doll,but Emily couldn't bring herself to feel the same way.
