Serena stared at herself in the mirror. Her big blue eyes sparkled with a renewed sense of determination. She lifted her chin up high and she smoothed back her blonde hair which was now crisp and clean. She wore a new dress, one that was freshly laundered, and a perfume that made her feel confident in herself and had the added bonus of not making her want to throw up from the smell. "I can do this," she told herself firmly, staring at her reflection "I can do this."
But her reflection seemed to mock her. Do this, it seemed to say to her, you've never been able to do anything in your entire life. You're a laughingstock Serena, a joke, a pathetic excuse of a human being. Do you think this is going to work out for you? Do you really think that he's going to agree to this? You might as well g
