I tucked the loose lock of golden brown curls behind my ear, which had somehow wriggled its way out of my bobby-pin secured chignon at the nape of my neck. I toyed with the gentle sea-green fabric of my sheath silk blouse, feeling the thin slick fabric's glimmering texture. I slowly inched it up to reveal a sliver of bare tanned skin. "I'm just not sure..." I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of my shoulders droop to my sides in frustration.
Victoria, who was too busy inspecting her flawless reflection in the gold-plated bathroom mirror and dabbing charmeuse red lip plumper on the curve of her collagened cupid's bow than to worry about my trivial dilemma, merely half-shrugged. "Dahhling, you're going to the party whether you want to or not, now smile for god's sake, you look like someone just ran over your puppy!" She clicked her tongue distastefully at my less-than-happy expression.
She turned to face me, her voluminous red curls bouncing in her wake. She pursed her freshly glossed lips at me, leaned in and whispered, "And besides, Jacob will be there..." She tipped her head to the side in a final wink with her glittery eyelashes, and turned back away.
Oh, great, just what i need, another disappointment.