I groan as I look at the dress that is hanging in my room. Knowing all the effort I am going to have to put into making myself look good for tonight. If my father wasn't such a control freak, I would have just worn one of my dresses that I had already and I would not go through all the effort of doing my makeup and hair so formal for tonight. I don't know why he wants our birthday to be such a formal event. I don't even know any of the guests that are going to be there, I am assuming some of them are going to be relatives, but I doubt there will be too many of them, and I have been informed there is going to be an abundance of guest tonight. So I have been ordered to look my best, and to be on my best behaviour, this is meant to be my birthday party, but it feels like it is more my father'
