The night couldn't be more perfect as long as Riley Blake was concerened. In her books, she has never had a night as perfect as the one she was getting ready for. A red lipstick and the perfect stiletto was all a girl needed to get ready for the biggest night of her life." You look good Riles, don't over do it" Ana said from the other end of the video call.Riley had placed her phone on the big bed stand while she dressed up and had Ana, her best friend since college, watch and hype her up for the big night ahead. She had tried on five dresses earlier, changed the colour of her lipstick thrice and tried four different shoes. Her small but cozy New jersey apartment smelt like hair products, lipsticks and ten different perfumes. It was at that time that Ana decided she has had enough of looking at her entire wardrobe and had made sure she stuck with the short and sleevless black gown she was putting on." Ana...you know how big this night is for me"

There was something new about that morning, something refreshing, different...Riley couldn’t place it. Unlike the last seven mornings  she had spent in New york, she didn’t wake up this particular morning with  dark circles, soar throat or a weary look on her face. It had being tough since moving to new york, there was the midnight sobs, the waking up at intervals to cry over old photos and memories, the loss of appetite and generally, misery. That morning, Riley felt something different, she liked it. She had waken up earlier than usual to prepare for her meeting at a new agency, somewhere she would be employed at if everything went smoothly. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Riley’s lips parted in something that could be called a smile, weary, but a smile. She had on a sleevless  black gown that relaxed just right above her knees, a  black stileto that fitted as though it was made specifically for her and her hair packed in a loose bun with her gold earr