As we walk into Black Out, the only real club that is even remotely close to the college campus, I feel like a completely different person. Not only did Lena make me wear the corset top, but she completed the outfit with the shortest blue jean skirt I have ever seen in my life, a pair of thigh high boots, and she did my makeup. I wear makeup sometimes, but not the way she did it. She did my eye makeup; a lot more boldly than I normally would and finished it off with a bright red lipstick. I hardly ever wear lipstick, and when I do, it definitely isn’t bright red.
Lena must sense my tension as we walk through the crowded club, making our way to the bar she leans in close to my ear and says. “You need to relax Ashlyn, you look incredible. Literally all eyes are on you right now.” She says,
