FORTY NINE

Third person's pov

The day had fortunately gone by quickly and Alexa found herself brushing her haid once more to make sure she looked alright. It was time for the party and Sasha had texted her the address saying she told a couple of people she would be in attendance and they were expecting her.

Her excitement had built up even more but with it came the usual anxiety,and for a moment she just sat in front of her dressing mirror staring at her reflection while deliberating on what to and where to go from here, while trying to decide whether or not she truly wanted to attend the party now.

What if no one wanted her there? What if people made fun of her, what if someone tried to harras her? What if she seemed out of place, she couldn't help but think about all that at once.

She had to accept that she looked different in the dress she was wearing, looked nothing like herself at all, and though she looked beautiful she couldn't help but feel insecure about her looks. She was dressed i