Carly De Anda

Enough

She stood there looking in the mirror, watching a single tear slide down her cheek slowly, feeling the warmth on her soft skin and the stinging in her eye. Her chocolate brown hair was perfect, not a single curl out of place. She’d spent hours getting her hair just right, making sure that her makeup was flawless, and choosing a dress that loved every inch of her body. Tonight, was supposed to be special, supposed to be perfect, what could possibly go wrong?