70: BLIND DATE GONE WRONG

D E L I L A H

“You know how much I hate going to club parties.” I groaned out as Melissa forced me into another lungs constricting dress tonight. She was, in her words, 'trying to find the perfect dress for me. I snorted internally at the thought. More like trying to kill me.

“Oh will you stop whining for the untenth time? You're not going to convince me out of this.” She growled, picking out another dress and scrutinizing it on my body.

“I'm not trying to convince you out of anything! You're not the one going for a date in a club! A club, Melissa!” I finally snapped, folding my arms across my chest.

“Shhh, lower your voice. Kian is asleep, you wouldn't want him throwing a tantrum now, would you?” Melissa whispered quietly, looking at the door.

“At this point, I don't mind if he wakes up. At least he's going to stop me from going through with this.” I said, pulling down the dark blue dress to at least cover up my thighs. “I look like a prostitute, Mel.”

“You're just so fucking