4:49 PM.
I was rummaging through my closet, searching for something to wear. My hair was already done in a loose boho braid, but picking an outfit was a whole other challenge. I couldn't decide what to put on. It was a sweltering day, so I finally settled on high-waisted black shorts, a striped cotton shirt, and black sandals, topped off with a simple necklace.
It was simple, but pretty.
For makeup, I kept it soft and elegant—pink lips, a hint of blush, and lightly filled-in eyebrows. Cute and chic.
At least I wouldn't stand out too much dressed like that.
I had saved a bottle of red wine that I'd planned to enjoy alone while watching *Bridget Jones*, but this party felt like a much better occasion to open it.
I was nervous, but even more excited. Mostly, I couldn't wait to see Conor. I wanted him to look at me and think, *"You look so pretty!"* I wanted him to kiss me, hold me, rip off my clothes, and—well, my imagination was running wild.
Silly me ! He didn't even know me so why would I think like that ?
My heart raced as I headed to the event, anticipation coursing through me. I couldn't stop smiling at the thought of seeing him and the whole class.
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The best man
ChickLitLily and Conor have been inseparable since their university days, bound by a deep friendship that has weathered the test of time. While Conor appreciates Lily's presence in his life and the comfort of their relationship, he remains oblivious to the...
