Thirty four: Middle-class

It was exactly six o'clock in the evening. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, smiled at how pretty I looked.

Bella was quite good at doing makeup, so she had done it for me. Standing up, I glimpsed at my dress. This dress had been given to me by my grandma, just before she had died, two years ago. It was a red evening gown. As well, my hair was in wavy curls, and again, it was in its normal brown color. 

Walking to my bed, I grabbed my grey slingback heel, slipped it on, just ready to leave. Taking my purse, I glance at Bella. 

"And how do I look?" I grinned at her. 

She peck her hand, flipped it at me. "Absolutely gorgeous. There's no doubt every guy there will fall for you "

"Thanks," I added, and headed out immediately. 

Stepping out of the compound, I waited for Roy to arrive. I didn't want anyone to see me dressed up like this,