EVE'S POV

Emma stayed for roughly about an hour but she eventually left, assuring me she'd return soon. As I waited for her, I sat rummaging through my thoughts and found something I've always tried to forget.

Everything was perfect, or so I thought. We were happy with each other. Times where he would hold me in his captivating arms, and tell me I was his pride. Moments where he made me smile at his words. What happened to all that? He ended it in a snap of finger. Why?  Something I'd never know...

As the night approached, my thoughts went on deeper and deeper. I snapped out of them when I heard a loud yell from a familiar voice.

"I'm here!" I stared the dusty wall clock and it was close to the nerve wracking hour. I sighed and rubbed my temples. 'This is going to be a long night', I thought. Emma entered my room, holding a shopping bag. I looked at her and then at the bag. That isn't a dress, is it?

"I went shopping and found something that would look extremely good on you," She said, answering my thought. It is a dress. She pulled out an extremely short black dress out of the brown bag. I eyed the piece of clothing and there was no way I was wearing that.

"Emma, I'm not ready for this. It's too soon. I'm just not ready to attract that kind of attention," I quickly said, looking away before her expression changed my mind.

"You're my best friend, Eve. I hated seeing you so sad every time. I want my happy, bubbly best friend back," Emma's words spilled out of her mouth with vast concern following them.

A slight smile climbed to my lips, listening to the words she spoke. Emma has been the best for over a year now; through thick and thin. I walked slowly to her and pulled her in for a tight hug. "Thank you, Emma," I whispered slowly into her ear.

'Just this once. Nothing could happen, right?' I thought. Hesitation filled me to the brim as I thought about this whole thing. Even though I didn't want to, I agreed to wear it.

As we got ready, Emma loaded her face with makeup while I chose a more natural look. I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail which I realised revealed too much of my face. I later decided to let my straight hair fall onto my shoulders.

Finally, we got ready to go. I looked in the mirror for the last time and saw how the dress sculptured my figure. Each time I took a step, the silk fabric rides up, displaying my slender thighs. All these made nervousness arise in my chest.

We took Emma's grey Hyundai car as I wasn't in the mood to drive. Uneasiness wandered in my body as we drove to the party. The drive to the venue was a short one. As we were walking hand in hand to the enormous building, I bit my lower lip out of tension.

Emma squeezed my hand and gave me a little smile, easing me a tad bit. We were ushered inside and the anxiety I was feeling earlier, came back. The scent of alcohol and strong cologne filled the room to the extent that it made me teary.

The music was blaring through the large speakers, very loudly. Lights of different colours flickered around the room. We sat at a table, which gave me a better chance to study the environment. People were sitting and sipping their drinks, while others were dancing to the music.

"Care for a drink?" Emma yelled over the deafening music. She moved her chair closer to mine.

"Just some punch will do," She looked at me with mixed thoughts and simply shrugged. She hurried off to the bar to get the drinks. Before I knew it, the crowd had swallowed Emma. I sat impatiently for her while avoiding eye contact with everyone. My palms became sweaty and I grew nervous again. "Where is Emma?" I murmured quietly to myself.

I kept looking around for her, irritably. Out of nowhere, she showed up with two glasses. She handed mine to me and sat, as I took a slow sip of the sweet flavoured drink. I noticed what she had in her hand and my mouth hung wide open.

With widened eyes, I said to her, "Don't get too drunk or else I'm going to leave you here. Trust me on that."

She smiled and continued drinking. After a short while, a few of her friends came and invited us to dance. I rejected their offer and watched them as they left for the dance floor.

I waited for the return of Emma but she was drowned in the crowd. My drink was almost done and she still wasn't back. I hoped she was alright because she was quite drunk. Then I thought, 'Who are you kidding? You know you need a hard drink. Just have one and that will be it.'

But that wasn't it. After one shot of the throat-burning tequila, I took more and more. As it was getting to my head, I knew I needed a dance. I staggered my way to the dance floor and moved alongside the beat.

As people were chanting loudly, my blurry sight guided me as I climbed a firm table, dancing wildly. My hands were travelling down my dress. I felt the cold night air blowing over my shaky legs. Before I could feel it all over my body, I was carried by a pair of strong hands...