I have been waiting for this evening for two weeks and only now I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. Nervously I curl my hair around my finger, even though I spent an hour trying to make it look eligible. I look around me and try to find something to distract me so that I won't lose my mind. I make sure I have everything I need in my purse for the third time and adjust the hem of my dress. She's sure taking her time and it doesn't help at all. I lightly knock on her door and just then she opens it.
My heart starts racing as I see her. Her bronze hair has been neatly curled and lies on her shoulders and the white, silky dress she has brings out her shapes the right way. As I look in her eyes she clearly blushes.