Chapter 13

"Fuck! What I'm going to wear?" I cursed as I searched my wardrobe looking for what to wear.

Beatrice had warned me to wear something thrilling and I don't have any at all.

I placed my palms on my head feeling frustrated.

I turned in the direction of the mirror staring at my pale reflection.

I jerked at the cacophony sound of the horn as I yelped in terror.

"OMG! She's here," I muttered as I jumped on my heap of clothes on the floor.

I'm surely gonna murder Beatrice for the stress she's putting me into, well if she wouldn't murder me first.

"Camilla! Get your fat ass out of there!" I heard her calling as her clicking sounds of shoes seems to draw closer to my door.

"I'm coming!" I replied loudly, as I grabbed a long gown on the floor.

"This should do," I mumbled as the door flew open.

"What the hell!" Beatrice screamed as she stared at me with that murderous glare of hers.

"Hey!" I greeted with a shaky smile.

"What the