Yavannah Constantine
What I had been waiting for yet simultaneously dreading had finally come.
Tonight, Adonis and I were going to confront Felicity and free ourselves from her iron grip. She would answer for all the cruel things she had done to Adonis and I. I stood in front of the mirror feeling the anxiety wash over me as I patted my dress softly, it was elegant as well as daring but not too daring. It was just right.
As I applied a final touch of lipstick, My mind wandered again, What if something happened?. What she already had something planned and Adonis and I were walking right into her trap. My anxiety behaved like a fucking switch, it would go on and go off and it was so infuriating, with a resigned sigh, I turned around towards the door.
