IsaBella's dress is seen on the side.
As I stood in front of my mirror and nervously watched myself, I bit my lip. Saturday was today. The day I was going to Daniel's charity event, which he had invited me to. I had recently completed getting dressed for the evening. I must admit that I'm a nervous wreck. What if I don't appear attractive enough? What if I'm improperly attired? What if we have nothing to talk about and it's awkward?
Nate pleaded, "IsaBella, come on. Please come out and show me."
My best friend and I both laugh as I reach for my silver clutch. Nate was sulking behind my bedroom door as I approached it. He glances up from the floor as I open the door. He exhales and covers his lips with his hand. He gives me a startled expression from head to toe.
He shakes his head and
