I checked myself in the mirror for the millionth time- my hair was shining and straightened impeccably, my make-up was perfect, my face was stunning, and my dress intensified my blue eyes and draped around my body in a way that made me look like a Greek goddess. It didn't matter, though. I would still look more like Medusa next to my prom date.
I sighed, carefully lifting a stray hair behind my ear, and relaxed. It was prom night! I was a senior! I should have been happy, but I was too nervous. "It'll be great," my best friend, Lilly, assured me, nudging me so that she could use the mirror.
"Easy for you to say," I muttered. She was going with Oliver. Even if she was Medusa, she'd look like a Greek goddess next to him. I groaned. It was strange, really, because every girl in the school, Lilly included, would have killed to be in my position.
Of course, that might just be the price.
