50| Freya

I paint my lips with cherry red lips. The color is contrasting with my shimmery, sleeveless red dress.

"Woah, you're looking fab, Freya."

I see through my dresser's mirror that Mia enters my room then stares at me from head to toe with an opened mouth.

I move to my eye-make. Mom and Dad have already left for their designated hotel leaving Mia behind.

"But isn't this too sparkly for family dinner?"

"This is not for dinner." I move a mascara brush on my lashes, "I'm going out. The food is in the fridge. If you feel hungry, just microwave it. Stay comfortably at home, watch a movie on TV or do a live streaming. And do not stay awake till late. It's not healthy."

"But what about dinner? Mom and Dad invited you and Rafe."

I turn to her, "It is cancelled. I just talked to Mom and cancelled it." I've changed my plan.

I decide to skip the family dinner and go somewhere else. I knew if I would not do something to distract myself, my stress would kill me.

"Did they agree?" She asks.

"Yes."