What "Logan Curse"?

Ignite

I slip on my black heels, the ones I almost never wear, standing up straight to smooth my dress.

Heels... I'm too tall for heels...

I shake my head and try and forget all that. I decide that tonight, I'm going to feel good about myself, regardless.

Fuck you, anxiety! Fuck you with something long and sand-papery!

My black on black lace dress is a lot more comfortable than I had remembered and I try and convince myself that I actually don't look half bad in it.

I'd been able to clean up the soda that had spilled on me earlier. As much as that had sucked, I'm glad the result was meeting that Charlie guy. I felt unusually drawn to him.

There was something about this guy, I don't know what exactly; maybe his smile? Or his kind disposition? Maybe because he towers over me and my knees turned to jelly the second he stared back at me....?

Whatever it was, I wanted to dress to kill tonight.

My girls. My girls got my back no matter what.

I feel self conscious as I step out unsteadily - again, I never wear heels - and turn to face everyone. All heads turn and I see their smiles light up the room.

"Oh my God, girl! You look smashing!" Sam exclaims, pulling her phone out for a picture.

She holds her camera out for a selfie and we smile. After she takes the picture, I glance down at her gorgeous dress.

"Sam, that color looks absolutely gorgeous on you! Look at you! You look dazzling!" I remark with an enthusiastic smile.

Sam rolls her eyes and tucks her hair behind her ear, "Aw, bless you." She responds with a shy smile.

Hannah walks over in her little red number and Sam snaps a picture of us together.

"Girl, look at you lookin' like a snack." I tease at her.

Hannah smirks slyly, "Shit, I ain't no snack; I'm a whole goddamn meal!" she responds with attitude.

We all shout "OH!" and chuckle with delight. I see Jackie in her black on nude dress from across the room, smiling ear to ear.

"Why, hello! If it isn't sex-on-fire rolling through here! Damn, girl!" She shouts at me.

I scoff and wave her off, "Pffft.... I am not. Quit."

Jackie huffs, coming over to face me in front of a mirror.

She waves her hand up and down my frame, presenting me in the mirror, "Look at yourself. He's going to explode in his fucking pants, I swear." She gushed.

I sigh heavily as she looks me in the eyes through the mirror.

Jackie's one of the few people who will be brutally vulgar just to prove her point. One of the many reasons why I love her. I nod slowly and she gives my shoulders a loving squeeze.

Clyde finally emerges, dressed head to toe in all black, looking very dashing. Jackie's taken aback and I can see the stars in her eyes from where I am. We all give a whistle at Clyde and he shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

He's fumbling with his tie as he leans against the kitchenette counter near Jackie, who is having a hard time looking him in the eye. I notice as she turns around his eyes trace every curve on her body, and I find it adorable.

"Here..." I begin, walking over to Clyde, "... let me help." I grab his tie from him.

"It's not as easy anymore..." He says, a little bit of shame laced with his words.