A Mother's Love

Anxiety At Party

The long-awaited day had finally arrived, and as we had planned, we found ourselves at the bridge, ready to make our crossing. I waited until my parents had fallen asleep, as they usually did early in the evening.

I picked out one of the gowns he had bought for me. It was a beautiful green-colored gown, long and fitting, with a thigh-high slit and spaghetti straps. It showed off my curves perfectly while maintaining an elegant look. I let my long hair cascade down to my waist and pinned back some of it. Then, I applied a touch of mascara to my eyelashes and some lip gloss to complete my look. With my naturally clear and smooth skin, I didn't feel the need to apply much makeup.

I had a confident figure, with medium-sized breasts, a flat tummy, and a well-shaped ass. I felt stunning in that moment.

To create the illusion that I was still in bed, I arranged the pillows in a way that made it look like I was sleeping, covering it with the duvet.

With my flip flops on and my purse and heels in hand, I jumped out of my window and called him to let him know I was outside my gate. He arrived in his Ferrari, and I quickly got into the car, putting on my heels and face mask.

"You look stunning," he complimented me, making me blush. "I bet a lot of guys won't be able to take their eyes off you tonight."

I replied shyly, "I'm not really a fan of attention."

"Don't worry," he reassured me. "You don't have to be concerned when you have me by your side."

Honestly, I was finding it difficult to navigate this friendship. How could I not develop feelings when my crush was also my best friend?

Finally, we arrived at the club, and he parked his car in the designated area. I couldn't help but notice the abundance of expensive vehicles at the venue, and my anxiety started to resurface.

"Take a deep breath and exhale," he advised me. "You can do this, Anna. Remember, I'm here for you."

I followed his advice, trying to calm myself down. Holding hands, we made our way to the entrance. Seeing the crowd inside, my nerves started acting up again, but he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, helping me relax.

As we entered, he began introducing me to people as his best friend, which made me feel special. They toasted and cheered for the birthday celebrant, Kelvin.

Throughout the night, there were games and dancing, and many guys approached me for a dance. However, I politely declined each one, choosing instead to observe from the sidelines while sipping on a non-alcoholic beverage. My best friend had already taken care of the expenses.

I glanced at the time and realized it was already 2:36 a.m. I decided it was time to talk to him and express my desire to go home. After he finished speaking to a girl, I approached him.

"Hey," I greeted him.

He quickly ended his conversation and led me to a quiet corner away from the festivities.

"I want to go home now," I said, my voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and contentment. "I think I've had enough fun watching you all. Besides, my parents usually wake up by 4 a.m., and I wouldn't want them to discover I sneaked out at night."

He nodded understandingly and replied, "Of course, let's go. I'll drive you back home."