I cringed, my shoulders creeping up to my ears. By the time my massage appointment came around, I was in desperate need of one.
I stretched out on the table and closed my eyes, preparing to take a catnap to get through the long night ahead.
I loved dressing up and looking pretty as much as the next girl, but charity functions were a lot of work.
Making small talk was exhausting, smiling nonstop was a pain, and conversations about businesses and people I didn't know were boring. If it wasn't for Ellie benefitting from the exposure, I'd put up a bigger fight about going.
I sighed. Who was I fooling? I'd end up going anyway. My Dad supported abused children's charities because they were significant to me. Going to the occasional stuffy event was a small price to pay for the return.
