Chapter 8

MELISSA

“My God! Mel, you don’t know how lucky you are!” I take a black dress off the coat hanger and turn to find her wide-eyed.

“What was it? Have you ever been there?” I ask, noticing her surprise and amazement.

“Of course not! Nobody I know entered this place, but they say it’s an exclusive nightclub and that only rich people usually attend.”

“Well, then I hope they let me in,” I say in fear that they will stop me at the entrance because I am not qualified in their exclusive.

“I want to know everything when I get back, see?” she narrows her eyes at me, making me smile.

“You’re very curious, but I need your help; I don’t know what to wear to go to this kind of place!” I point to my clothes.

I went to a nightclub twice only when I was in Brazil, the first was when I turned eighteen and was forced to go with my friends from school to celebrate, the second I went alone and completely regretted when I drank beyond the bill and completed my qu