It was an hour before the party began. Luckily, my parents went out of town for the weekend. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a sparkly, strapless gold top: clothes my fashionista auntie had bought me for my sixteenth birthday. I’d never thought I’d wear them because they’d draw to much attention to me. But tonight was different. I curled my light brown hair and wore my contacts instead of my ugly frames. I wore gold flats—also from my auntie—to match my shirt and applied glittering gold eye shadow. I stood back to look at my reflection. For the first time in my life, I actually felt pretty.