Gently biting one of my lips, I look intently at my cell phone screen, where a lively girl is showing off her closet, showing all the outfits she would wear to a party.
Isn't this too complicated? I know it's not laziness, I've never been a particularly lazy person, I'm actually quite active. But because I feel a bit afraid and I don't feel like doing it, I can't help thinking this way about the party, not wanting to go and even making excuses to myself to try to avoid going to the party.
And despite all my complaints and all the fear I felt, things turned out much better than I could have ever thought because, following Anne's plan, practically everything had gone perfectly.
—Listen, here's the plan... —Anne told me this morning after lunch, while we were planning everything related to
