"Mia, would you please try to look a little less petrified already, we are only going to a club not a freaking war zone for God's sake!." Bona huffed in frustration as she stood next to me in front of my bedroom mirror.
"Well am sorry Bona, but I don't know if I can go out in public dressed like this" I complained. "Seriously I look like a tramp" I turned around to check myself out from different angles as I filled out in Bona's black mini dress that should have been more qualified to be worn as a top rather than a dress. But Bona still insisted that I wear it for our night out because according to her, it was more appropriate for that occasion rather than my usual jeans and sweaters.
The thing is, I didn't really want to go out to dance the night away in some club. I actually preferred
