Why did this have to happen? To me? What did I ever do to deserve this?
I made sure I looked beautiful tonight. I went to the gym every day and ate no carb food for a month so that I could fit in the gorgeous red dress I picked out; Mom did my hair perfect; nails were painted; lip color matched the dress. When Tom saw me, I knew he liked what he saw. He smiled at me. And, and …
Pff … it doesn’t matter. It’s over. I’m doomed.
Who knew I would sweat that much dancing? Aghhh, I should’ve gotten the smudge proof mascara!