"Alright gorgeous! Are you ready to celebrate?!" Char asked me as she barged into my room.
I walked out of my bathroom. "Yes! Do I look ok?"
"Ok?"
I looked down at the little black dress I was wearing. "No?" I gritted my teeth.
"We can’t go out."
I sighed. "I'll change."
"Oh no." Charlotte walked over grabbed my hand, spinning me around. "Mark is gonna have to beat all the boys off with a stick you come walking in, in that dress."
I laughed. "You're ridiculous."
Her phone rang. "Hello? Ok we're heading down. Mark is here."
"Why did he call you instead of me?"
She shrugged. "I don’t know. Does it matter? Let's go celebrate!" She grabbed my hand dragging me out of the room.
We grabbed our bags and headed down. "Gah I am so proud of you! I didn’
