You and your boyfriend were going to a bar.

Specifically for your boyfriend’s career. His boss was getting engaged.

You didn’t care much about it but he insisted that you looked nice.

You were barely out of high school, exactly 21, but you’d spent 200 dollars on a nice dress and beautiful jewelry.

When you got ready and presented yourself to your boyfriend, he didn’t seem to give a shit.

When you got there, he abandoned you as he went along with his colleagues, laughing too hard at jokes that weren’t funny, slapping backs and gulping down beers.

You sat at the bar, dressed beautifully. You were alone. Lonely. You felt so unappreciated, you’d done so much and no one gave a shit.

Then someone sat down at the bar stool next to you.

“I just have to say that you look gorgeous tonight.”

You looked to your left and laid your eyes on a girl, blonde hair, natural beauty and manicured nails. You didn’t know yet, but her name was Juliana.