She wholeheartedly believes there’s a story for every occasion. And, a dress as well. She was eager for the night to come so that she could share all that she had practiced till now. Plus, her dress was going to be fabulous.
She could imagine it all now. She would flitter about from table to table thanking everyone for coming while also sharing a tidbit that would tie in nicely with each individual. She would laugh. She would glide. She would shimmer.
Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow she would cry at her loss. Tomorrow she would hide. No one would know tonight about her pain. Tonight she would be the best actress. And wasn’t that always the case?