Lauren

I was nervous. Before this night, or should I say the party began, celebrating my marriage through this grand bash scared the crap out of me. Mostly because now everyone would know my face, which was the last thing I wanted in my life. If I measured the lighting of the camera all around this room, it was easy to calculate. By now, I was on the news feed of every social media with a hashtag. That would be my first time having this celebrity moment, which I mostly dreamed about on my old half-broken bed in the morning, right before my alarm rang.

Come on, didn’t you dare roll your eyes at me? I stood on the lowest steps of the staircase when it came to the financial situation of this damn society. Perhaps I was lower than the lowest that people invented over the years, but despite that, I was free to imagine anything I wanted in my dreams.

So I dreamed. Every time I appeared at a high-profile party with my boss wearing a dress that was either borrowed from Selena or rented from the stor