Keianna

I spent around three hours sitting in a very uncomfortable position while a lady whose name I did not catch styled my hair to perfectly embody the Roaring ’20s theme. She said it took so long to complete the simple look because of how much hair I have, and kept reminding me that it was a blessing despite her complaining. Fair enough.

Eventually we were done, and I was taken back to my aunt’s house where too many people tried to help me get dressed. I let my family gather around and take pictures of me and my date.

“What camera am I looking at, guys, get it together?!” I laughed trying to hide my overwhelming nerves.

It wasn’t until we got into the limo and made our way to the hotel that I actually started to enjoy myself. When we walked in, I almost relaxed a little more. I let go of the feeling of being judged, because I wouldn’t have to see anyone here ever again.

The music was good. The people were friendly. They even had mozzarella sticks. I was happy, and when I finally returned home to sleep I was a little sad the night was over.

“How was it?”

“I’ll tell you in the morning. I’m exhausted.” ♦