C48 What A Cruel Fate

ALESSIA

My chest tightened at the sight of the lively dancing crowd. I hoped no one would recognize me.

My hand kept tugging nervously at the hem of the short dress Ava had forced me into. It barely covered anything, and the fabric felt like a second skin. I desperately wanted to rip it off and go get my clothes.

“Calm down, Alessia. You’re drawing attention. Just act cool,” Ava whispered