Mia
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this confident. The gold dress I picked molds to my body as though it was made just for me, flowing to the floor like liquid light at my feet.
I don’t usually wear makeup, but tonight felt different. Important. A part of me wanted to look good on Brad’s arm—wanted to belong there, even if only for the night. If I showed up bare-faced and careless, it would look like I didn’t care. At least, that’s what I told myself.
My hair was easy. With my natural curls, all I had to do was wash, condition, and diffuse. They bounced around my shoulders, glossy and alive.
All I’m waiting for now is Brad.
He’s running late.
Since his text this afternoon, it’s been complete silence. I don’t even know if the meeting with Mr. Werner went well.
Not wanting to c
