Amara's POV
It was the night, the night to complete my end of the stick. The maids were doing my hair along with my makeup as I stared at myself in the mirror. I had absolutely no sleep yesterday. Not even one ounce. My hair was being dried as my natural curls perform itself. I feel the necklace being wrapped around my neck, alone with the earrings that I was given a few months ago.
Nervous or anxious feelings are there to protect you; yet all they are really asking you to do is check for traffic before you cross the road. It's a protective mechanism, traffic lights that turn green once you have done your due diligence.