As I stand here outside the buzzing club in a short red dress, high heels, a bold red lip and perfectly placed blonde wig, I look powerful.
I don't feel it.
I remember something that felt so insignificant before but not anymore.
There was a time I was obsessed with Harry Potter books. I loved the magical world J.K Rowling created. I loved everything about it, the magic school, the fantastic beasts and even the challenges faced by the trio every year.
Reading about their heroic actions made me feel like a hero inside. The one thing I never understood was Albus Dumbledore's theory of love. I couldn't understand how love could be the most powerful weapon known to both man and magic kind.
Now I do.
My love for Grace has given me so much strength that I'm standing here in dangerous wat
