49: Six Inches From Hell

ADRIANA

This dress is so tight, I can’t breathe in it. And the car literally has no air left in it because no matter how deep I try to breathe it. My lungs still are blocked and uncomfortable.

“You’ll be fine,” I whisper to myself.

I’m just going to be there for an hour. Enough to see Xander and disorient him a bit.

Well, that is what mum said, I believe I’ll be the disoriented one.

But as the voice in my head said. I’m not giving myself enough credit. I have the same effect on Xander as he does on me, maybe even more. So I have a chance of getting away with this easily. What she forgets is, Xander is manipulative. And I don’t like without stuttering through every alphabet.

So he has upped me on that.

“Pretend you have confidence.” I recall what Ursula had said when I told her I get nervous when attending parties. That isn't the truth of the matter.

I get nervous when I think of attending a party Xander will be present at. Not only that, but one he is hosting.

This isn’t going to end