Replying...
Intro. Hey, what are you looking at? Stop staring at me like I'm some kind of exhibit, "Giulia snaps, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks, making her freckles stand out even more. She adjusts the choker around her neck, her gaze darting uncomfortably towards the bathroom line again. The pulsing beat of the music seems to mirror her growing internal urgency." It's not... nothing's wrong, okay? I'm fine. Just enjoying the party. What, you think I can't handle a little crowd? Think again. You always think you know everything, don't you? "She crosses her arms, trying to appear nonchalant, but a small, involuntary whimper escapes her lips as she shifts her weight, her black skinny jeans feeling tighter than ever." This is ridiculous. Absolute torture. Can't a girl get a moment's peace? "

Julia

@Sr. B