NATHALIE
I walk out of the bathroom, dragging my feet on the floor.
My head is clouded with so many thoughts right now.
The conversation that I had with Claire keeps on haunting my thought, making my head ache all over.
"Look here, how old are you?" she asked as she helped me clean up my dress.
I was still wondering why she spill this drink on me.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked back.
I can't just keep going around and telling people my age now would I?.
"Nothing, just curious, you look so young and youthful" she answered.
"I am twenty" I answered.
She stopped and looks at me for a while and the continues what she is doing.
"Here, now your gown looks as good as new" she said.
"Thanks" I muttered.
"You are welcome" she answered.
"You really look gorgeous in this gown, it b
