Diara
The day of the mate ball had finally arrived. Anxiety coursed through me as I stood in front of the wall mirror in my bedroom, while Kennis leaned against the doorframe, already dressed in an all-black outfit. He looked as HOT as ever, like he had just stepped out of a magazine photoshoot. I wore a beautiful strapless black dress and heels. My hair was styled in an updo, with a few strands falling softly to my temples. I looked elegant.
I took deep breaths. In and out. In and out.
“It will go well,” he said.
“If it does, I can finally pitch my proposal about the abortion law,” I said, adding more blush to my cheeks. Kennis didn’t respond; instead, he pulled something from his back pocket. I gasped when I saw it, a stunning diamond necklace.
Smiling, I let him drape it around my
