Mia stood in front of her mirror, carefully selecting her attire for the party Olivia had threatened her to attend. Mia was determined to make the best of the evening despite her initial reluctance. As she surveyed her options, she chose a dress that exuded elegance and confidence.

She chose a stunning navy blue cocktail dress that accentuated her curves while maintaining a sense of sophistication. The fabric draped gracefully, gently swaying with her every movement. Its intricate lace details added a touch of femininity and allure. Mia felt a surge of self-assurance as she slipped into the dress, embracing the transformative power of fashion.

She paired the dress with a pair of silver stiletto heels, adding a touch of glamour to her ensemble. Mia felt a subtle shift in her demeanor as she fastened a delicate necklace around her neck and adorned her wrist with a matching bracelet. The act of dressing up, despite her reservations, imbued her with a newfound sense of confidence.

With a final glance in the mirror, Mia admired her reflection. The ensemble she had chosen complimented her physical features and represented her resilience and determination. She had decided to face the party head-on, embracing its challenges while striving to maintain her authenticity.

As Mia stepped out of her room, she caught Olivia's eye; her best friend was visibly impressed by the transformation. Olivia's mischievous smile transformed into admiration as she recognized the strength radiating from Mia's demeanor.

"Are you done staring," said Mia

"No,." said Olivia

*sigh* ... "Lead the way," said Mia

At the party:

Mia and her best friend Olivia were swept up in the lively atmosphere at the vibrant party. Olivia had convinced Mia to attend by threatening her. The music boomed, lights flickered, and the air buzzed with excitement.

"Mia," said Olivia

"Yes," said Mia

"Uhmm, I'm sorry for threatening you to come to my party." It is said, Olivia.

"It's OK. Just don't do this again. Said Mia

" I won't, I promise, but only if you dance with me," said Olivia.

" No"... " I don't know how to dance," said Mia

" Come on," said Olivia. Olivia grabbed Mia's hand, almost making her fall to the dance floor.

As Mia danced and laughed with Olivia, her vision blurred from the combination of alcohol and flashing lights. Amidst the crowd, she caught a glimpse of someone who resembled Andy, the person she had secretly held feelings for all these years. Dismissing it as a drunken hallucination, she shook her head, believing her mind was playing tricks on her.

Unbeknownst to Mia, the person she spotted was indeed Andy. He had purposely disguised himself with a hoodie and mask, an attempt to observe from the shadows without revealing his identity. His heart raced as he gathered the courage to approach Mia, fueled by a mixture of anger and.

Intrigued, Andy discreetly approached Emma, one of Mia's friends, hoping to obtain Mia's phone number. He whispered his request, keeping his face concealed behind the mask. Unaware of Andy's identity, Emma hesitated but eventually relented, giving him the number.

As Andy turned to leave, fate intervened. In the crowded room, a jostle caused Andy's hand to brush against Olivia, accidentally knocking over a drink and spilling it onto her outfit. He quickly apologized, his voice laced with genuine remorse, before disappearing into the crowd of partygoers.

In that fleeting moment, Mia's eyes met Andy's as he saw her expression change from surprise to anger. Misinterpreting her reaction, Andy's face contorted, his features reflecting a mix of frustration and disappointment. He was unaware that Mia had mistaken him for a mere hallucination, unaware of the emotional turbulence he had unknowingly ignited within her.

Feeling overwhelmed and unsure how to proceed, Andy decided to retreat again, disappearing into the crowd. Mia is still oblivious to Andy's presence.

Mia: Who was that Olivia

Olivia: I don't know, but it feels like I've seen him before; it feels like I know him. Why do you care?

Olivia: Are you interested in him?

Mia: No, I don't; he looks like someone I have known since childhood.

Olivia: OK, Mia, let's go dance again.

Mia: * Sigh*, lets go

She continued to enjoy the party, her thoughts momentarily distracted by the encounter.