Callista POV
(TWENTY FOUR HOURS EARLIER)
I looked at my dressing mirror and I shook my head in discontent.
Was it the silk gown that made my belly pop out? Or was it really a bloated stomach?
I shook my head frantically in frustration as I got out of the dress and watched half naked self in the mirror, looking miserable as hell.
“Dammit!” I exclaimed in annoyance. “I look horrible,”
Cassie, my bestfriend who had been on her phone nonstop looked up for a millisecond and scoffed. “If horrible means breathtakingly beautiful then yes, I agree. You look very horrible.”
Despite her positive comment, I still felt bad. It felt like I had grown uglier in the past few weeks. None of my dresses seemed to fit me anymore and my skin suddenly lost its glow.
For god sake, I had a goddamn pimp
