t a note telling you to be ready by eight. Did you miss it?" She

right?" I glance at her. I can't help but wonder what she

with her finger. She doesn't like it, which isn't surprising. I had a feeling thi

want the risk of it. Plus, who is going

ll me through to the bedroom. She throws open the wardrobe doors. She is rifling through it as she does. The clothes are flying over her shoulders as

mine. Low cut, very low cut. The thigh-high black dress is occupying a slit that goes far too hig

ook amazing for a change. Her face falls as she stares at the shoes. Okay,

feeling myself wobble from the heel height. I walk over and stand in front of the mirror. I stand looking over my body. I am nothing specia

nd I turn to look at her reflection. Now Beatrice is fantastic. Long legs, blue eyes, auburn hair. Her body is i

here I am, standing next to her. I have no chance with any guys. She is stunning. I am less than average. I feel worse

nd hard. My body wobbles, and I nearly fall. I hate heels. I hate my birthday, and sometimes, I hate Beatrice for making me go o

o quickly. It is the reason I only ever see faults in myself. The truth is, I have not been the same since Kyle. I can't. I seem to be stuck in that mind space

ing big to make me feel secure with a guy again. While I kept trying to find who I was. Every time I see

as she smiles. "Just John complaining we're late. You will love it! Honestly, Lisa, you will." John is our flatmate. He is into all things tech-ga

I guess that is another thing Kyle hated about me. That I saw that as wasting my time

The taxi finally stops. Looking up, I see the bright lights. A nightclub. Of all the places, Beatrice picks a nightclub. My mind is now scream

e. It is the mass of people I don't know that worries m

looking around at the people. There is no one here I know. Where is John? I know him. I can't stop myself from laughing. The fact she thinks I know these people amazes me. Wal

doubt another student from the university. "Look, John is there. Who is that with him?" Beatrice looks at them and th

n his arms. I am walking towards them but feel like I am going slow while st

p. I watch as Beatrice's hand rubs against him, just like Beatrice would with any hot guy.

, muscle-wise big. The artwork doesn't stop on his arms. I can see it on his neck as well. His smile

verything. "Hi." Is that all I can think of? Hi, and it was a weak hi as well. I should

Wait, John? His brother? The difference is massive, Sean's height for one. His hair and even e

en't felt this way in ages. He makes me feel safe. How? I want to touch him, my eyes look at Beatrice, and I see it on her face as well. In that case, I have no chance, no

Lisa." Georgina drags me to the bar. Sean stood watchin