Chapter Ninety-Three

Rayne

It’s the night of the party and I’m so anxious that my mouth is dry and I can’t say a single word to anyone, not even to Denise.

She finishes styling my hair in front of the mirror and then tells me how gorgeous I look. I stare into the mirror and don’t see that at all. I can only see my slightly furrowed brows and wide eyes full of panic. My lips are pursed too, making me look moody and temperamental which is far from the truth. I’m just too anxious.

Denise notices this and says, “I will iron your face and get all those frowns smoothed out. You’re ruining the look!”

“I’m sorry,” I say, my first words since she came into my room to help me prepare for the event. I feel like drinking a full glass of water but there is none around. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s so hard to control the way I feel. I’m so scared. I feel like something terrible is going to happen. I feel like it’s hovering right above my head and will crash down on me at any second.”

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