With everything in place, I take a last look at myself in the mirror.
“You look gorgeous, okay? Stop worrying,” Isabella spoke.
“I don’t even know why I am nervous,” I turned around to look at her, “Why am I nervous?”
“Calm down, deep breaths,” she placed her hands on my shoulders, “When’s the last time you went out, and with Niklaus?” She did have a point. It has been a while since I’ve gone out, dressed up, and I don’t remember the last time I had done something like this with Niklaus. Any other day I have no problem being the ‘badass’ as someone would explain to others, some would say ‘b***h’ but why do I feel like my teenage self at this moment. Filled with anxiety as if this was my first date ever.
“Yeah, okay, I get it,” there was no need to be nervous. I just need to be mysel
