14. A Night Out

DAHLIA

“Oh, come on, you look gorgeous!” Zara, my best friend said. She had forced me to come with her to a club and although I don’t mind a drink here and there, I wasn’t really in the mood. Not since she had left me at that club all by myself right after I had broke up with Warren.

Zara herself, was dressed in a gorgeous deep purple silk dress and it was clear she was happy to be here.

“Zara… I look like a high-end hooker!” I said now looking down at myself. All I could see were my breasts! She shook her head.

“You look sexy. Look you need to let loose and maybe you know, take a man home or at least to a hotel…” She said. I sighed.

“I’m not ready for that.” I said despite a certain someone coming to mind. My eyes widened and I quickly pushed the thought away.

“Ok fine. At least loosen up, have a few drinks you know?”

“It’s a Sunday, I have work tomorrow?”

“A few drinks won’t hurt!” She retorted. I hadn't been out sinc