April
I stank.
Not in an I've been at the gym and I need to have a quick shower kind of way, either.
It was worse, so much worse. I'd literally run to the salon because I was late. Then, while I was there, I kept on sweating. Even the stylist kept asking if I had a fever. I didn't, I was a bag of nerves today.
I needed to be scrubbed down and soaked for days, and I didn't know where to turn. I was trying not to panic, but everything that could possibly go wrong had gone wrong today. Why not tomorrow or even yesterday, I wondered.
Why today, of all days?
After the situation where Karen's friend seemed to have an unnatural obsession with me, I grabbed the special dress and matching shoes and stuffed them in my bag, deciding I would go directly to the restaurant after I got my hair and nails done. Even if I would end up being a couple of hours early.