20

I'm dressed in a simple fitting dress with a pair of black stilettos and little make-up for this occasion.

As I looked in the mirror at the image of my face, I was filled with dread.

Why is it that I am so beautiful? What is it about me that makes me feel that no one loves me, that no suitable person is meant for and with me?

I was a little rattled before getting to my feet and walking out of my apartment, where I placed my key card in my bag.

Every stride I take makes me feel as though I'm sinking more and further. What more would I require in order to be invited to her engagement party?

"Why? "What am I doing here with you?" I questioned Gage as I put my cigarette carton into the trash because I had run out of cigarettes before calling Gage.

Just get out of here. I'm in the same boat as you. "He's a complete and utter non-entity to you, right?" Then I hung up the phone and disconnected the call.

I'm hoping he's nothing more than a bother to me.

When the elevator bell rings, I slow d