Nicole
It's the International Fashion Week and as usual, our company has been invited as one of the sponsors. My father had ordered me to go and represent the company and mix with other people in the process, so here I am, searching my closet for a nice outfit befitting for the event.
I groaned for the umpteenth time, feeling frustrated about this constant hunt for clothes. I knew the kind of people that would be attending so I can't just wear anything that isn't a designer or limited version.
Gosh! I hate going to events like this. Everyone would dress elegantly and gossip about others, while they brag about the slightest little achievement in their lives to their competitors who they claimed to be friends with.
"Why don't you just order a dress instead? The event is happening tonight
