"Are you sure? Nina, I don't want to look weird. This is an important event!" trying on dresses with Nina is stressful. She has a way sexier taste in fashion than me. But she's a typical russian beauty - tall, blonde and skinny. Her blue eyes can put a spell on anyone she looks at and her full Kylie Jenner lips are hundred percent natural. She is a goddess.

"Bitch, man up!! No comfortable dresses tonight. As you said, this is an important event. If mister Nick is going to wear a shirt, you must shine as well! Hell, you must outshine him. Him and every other girl in that place! Get it?!"

I got it. She was always pretty loud and clear.

" I don't know, Nina. I-"

" No excuses. Here, try this one. " she handed me one of my favorite dresses - a dupe of Versace dress my mom made for me. Black, with golden decoration.

" You think tonight is worth of this dress?"

"Positive."

"Deal. You got me with this one." She always knew how to persuade me. This dress really felt special to me. Elegant but very sexy.

"I really hope Nick is wearing something elegant as well. What if I walk in and everyone is wearing jeans?!"

Nina laughed:"Well, then, all eyes will definitely be on you. Dominance, Emily, dominance!"

I was always so glad that I've met her - get you a friend who boosts your confidence all the time.

Nina helped me slick back my hair and do the smokey eye makeup. She was a makeup artist so she was very good at making me look all glammed up.

It was already past 8 and we were just deciding on what to put in my purse with me.

Buzz buzz.

My phone was vibrating.

"Hey!" I was very excited.

"Hey, I'm here" Nick answered and I felt like I'm 18 again, going on dates with guys I barely knew. That kind of adrenaline kicked in.

I hung up and said goodbye to Nina before rushing out.

As I opened the doors of the black car, I noticed that Nick was wearing a black elegant shirt with sleeves rolled up. Hot. Very hot.

"Wow, Emily. You really look-"

He looked shook!

"Good? Thank you, Nick" I finished his sentence playfully.

He nervously giggled:"Yes, yes. Sorry. You look stunning."

"You look good as well." He did. His pants matched his shirt and his hairstyle was very similar to mine. He looked hot.

He kept staring at me for a few minutes but in a cute kind of way.

"Should we go or do you want me to invite you in?" I tested his concetration.

"Yes, yes" - he turned to face the wheel and grabbed it firmly.

I smiled at how cute he was as he turned around again:

"You look so sexy that I might accept your invitation though."

As I tried to answer something, anything,

he turned away once again and drove off with Rihanna playing in the back.