Enjoying the cool breeze

Freda’s POV

As I stood in front of the mirror, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions, Hardin had asked me to dress up and go out with him, but my heart was still mourning Jake. The pain of losing him was still fresh even though our part didn't end well, I wasn't sure if I was ready to move on.

But, I felt like I had no choice. I didn't want to see Hardin hurt anyone else, especially Miranda and I didn't want to cause any more pain myself. So, with a heavy sigh, I began to get dressed.

I picked out an outfit that I thought would please Hardin, but as I put it on, it felt like I was wearing a disguise. Each piece of clothing I reluctantly chose felt like a betrayal of my feelings. It was as if I was putting on a show, pretending to be okay when deep down, I was far from it.

As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the sadness in my eyes. The vibrant colors and stylish ensemble I wore seemed to clash with the heaviness in my heart. It was a stark reminder