Nayana
My hands are trembling. My fingers vibrate as I grip the edges of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. My reflection looks too calm for what I feel inside. The thumping bass from outside leaks through the restroom door, loud and heavy like my heartbeat that refuses to settle.
I drag in a breath, but it doesn’t do much. My pulse is still racing. Every part of me feels hot and restless, like my body hasn’t caught up with my mind yet.
Gwen did my makeup earlier, sitting me down on her couch with that look of determined excitement. “You’re going to look stunning, Nana. Trust me, we’re celebrating big tonight,” she said while brushing a soft blush over my cheeks. She’d picked the black dress too. I’d gone along with it because, for once, I wanted to feel like I’d actually achie
