"You know what, I change my mind, I am not going"
I was too afraid to see him again, what will he think of me, that I am just a lowlife prostitute stalking him for his money, besides, he may not even be there.
I didn’t want to go.
Mala had been begging me all afternoon. Pacing the room like an overly dramatic agent, she swore she was doing this for my own good. She’d even laid out three dresses on my bed like I was prepping for a red carpet event, not dragging my heart back to the place where I’d last lost it.
“I’m not going there to chase a man,” I’d told her.
She’d smiled at me like I was a child. “No. You’re going there to let him find you.”
I rolled my eyes. But I still dressed.
I chose the black one. The tight, glittery one with the sharp neckline that hugged my breasts like a
