Chapter 115

DAHLIA

By the time I finished dressing up, my reflection looked too composed for how nervous I actually felt. My makeup was subtle—peach gloss, soft eyeliner, a hint of shimmer on my cheeks and my black gown hugged me in all the right places. I’d even curled my hair for once, letting it spill over my shoulders the way Sebastian once mentioned he liked.

What a life.

Everything I did tonight was to Sebastian’s taste. The way I knew he would like to see me. But I’m not actually going out with him. Am I happy? No. But I have to pretend to be. Will definitely take pictures and post them where I knew he would see them.

“Are you ready?” Izzy asked from the bathroom. She was ready about fifteen minutes ago until she decided she wanted to empty her bowel to free up space for alcohol. As for me, I don’t intend to drink alcohol tonight. The last time I did, the man I loved stopped loving me.

“Dahlia.”

“Yes?” I answered, snapping out of my thoughts.