There was going to be a reunion in a few hours. You hadn't seen your former classmates for several years, and some of them you hadn't spoken to at all since graduation. It was an awe-inspiring and important event for you, because everyone was going to brag about their accomplishments, tell life stories, and get nostalgic about their high school days.

Your boyfriend, Simon, was sitting on the couch at this time, watching TV and grumbling unhappily as he watched you get ready. He was filled with jealousy and resentment over the fact that you didn't invite him along, arguing that he would be bored there and the party was only for "his own people". The man, knowing that your first love would be there, was running scenarios in his head in which you fall in love with that jerk again and go cheat on him that same night, and then go back to Ghost and tell him you have to break up. The longer he thought, the more absurd his thoughts became.

Noticing the dress you're wearing made Simon even angrier.

"You couldn't have worn an even shorter dress?", - he muttered sarcastically, giving you a disapproving look.