Sabrina's POV
The gala starts in three hours and I'm not dressed yet. I've been sitting on my bed in just a towel and my hair in curlers after having a shower and I can't seem to want to get up and get ready. Since getting the dress on Sunday, I haven't stopped thinking about being able to wear it. But now my anxiety seems to be taking control.
The dress is hanging on the back of my door and I can't seem to take my eyes off it. I want it on my body, but I'm scared. I'm worried it won't look nice on me after having dreamt of it for years. I've never felt pretty in my life, so this is new for me. I'm nervous that if Atlas sees me in his dress and doesn't like what he sees, then he'll uninvite me. That terrifies me.
Dylan keeps knocking on my door reminding me to get ready , otherwise I'l
