48|tired of being a good girl

Brenda G

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Few minutes before

Countless butterflies were fluttering in the confines of my stomach as Emilio and I strolled to the ballroom. The red gown hugged every contour of curves, bringing out my feminine aspect.

Emilio, whose arm I was tugging onto, was clad in a ritzy black tuxedo suit that matched his dress shoes. The black official blouse that he had worn, was strangled with a white bow tie at the collar. His neck-length hair was gelled backwards and tied in a low ponytail. He looked remarkably handsome.

"Keep staring at me like that and I will be compelled to do something unexpected." He leaned in and whispered. A small blush parched my cheeks. Then he drew my hand to his lips and left a peck on it. "By the way, have I told you just how gorgeous you look tonight?" He added.

Another blush scorched my cheeks. Listening to his cheesy lines was easing the tension that had been clawing at me the entire time. The thought of seeing Jake at the event was eating at me. I was anxio