"Why did you do this to me?" I asked Heather, afraid to take a glimpse of myself, through her huge wall length mirror.

"Why not? Cora, you never dress up and you have so much potential!" Heather sprayed a cloud of hairspray into my professionally styled hair.

I coughed as the thick mist settled onto my head. Wide eyed, I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me.

Wow that's me? I've never looked so glamorous before!

Heather expertly did my glamorous makeup and lended me her strapless gold cocktail dress. It emphasized my curves, but it was a bit too revealing for my taste.

"I told you! Just fix your hair, makeup, and wear a form fitting dress, and voila you look incredible!" Heather proudly admired her handiwork as her eyes scanned over me.

I'm a simple girl that usually wears jeans and T-shirts, with my frizzy long hair always in a ponytail. However, tonight I looked like I was about to walk a Hollywood red carpet. I was not overly attractive, but I had been told I have a cute face. I'm on the slender side, but this dress made me look like I actually had curves.

My best friend Heather Skye, had been dying to give me a makeover since we first met 10 years ago. I finally agreed to it because it was her birthday and I wanted to cheer her up. She had been depressed since her nasty break up with her ex fiancé, Charles. They broke up recently, he was way too jealous and controlling. I was hoping tonight she could forget about that jerk Charles, and finally have some much needed fun.

"Let's go, before I change my mind!" I stood up and adjusted my dress. I tugged at it, self conscious of how much of my legs were exposed.

"I can't wait for people to see you! Everyone is going to think I work miracles!" Heather beamed at me as she moved a curled strand of hair to the side of my face.

Heather is the CEO of her own record label, Skye Inc. Her father, Mr. Skye is very wealthy and owns shares in several Fortune 500 company stocks. He used to own Heather's record label, but now he had passed the company onto Heather. She ran the company all by herself.

On the side, Heather liked to do hair and makeup for fun. She is actually quite good at it, and can make someone simple like me, look like a glamorous celebrity. I used to go to her for free haircuts, but this is the first time I let her style my hair as well.

We made finishing touches on ourselves, and drove out to the nightclub in Heather's brand new luxurious car.

"Let's play some music and get pumped!" Heather blasted club music loudly over the flashy car speakers.

I laughed as she attempted to dance while driving.

"Please focus on the road Heather!" I jokingly admonished her, while gripping tightly onto my seatbelt.

"For your information, I happen to be a great driver!" Heather smirked smugly.

"That's why you crashed your last car?" I quipped.

"I told you, that was not my fault!" Heather said defensively.

"Sure it wasn't." I chuckled and shook my head.

Before we knew it, we finally arrived at the fancy nightclub. I suddenly felt anxious as I glanced out the window. I took a moment to calm myself before getting out of the car behind Heather.

We entered the bustling, hot nightclub and I began to wring my fingers as I followed behind Heather inside the heavy doors. According to Heather, this was one of the most popular and exclusive nightclubs in the nation. The paparazzi were banned from entering the property, so the world's most rich and famous could come here comfortably, to enjoy themselves worry free of cameras and rumors.

I felt everyone's eyes fall on us as soon as we entered the nightclub. They couldn't possibly be looking at me. They must be staring at Heather, she looked gorgeous in her bright red designer dress. She waved at some people in the crowd, and led us up the fuzzy black carpeted stairs to the VIP area. The massive body guards instantly recognized Heather and swiftly let us pass through, opening the ropes to let us in.

Heather was bopping her head to the music clearly excited, whereas I was focused on walking properly in the high heels she lended me. Electronic dance music was blasting from the DJ booth, and thick smoke filled the air. The lights were dimmed with purple hues and the place was packed with several good looking dancing people. I definitely wouldn't have been allowed in the way I normally looked and dressed.

"I'll be right back Cora. Try to mingle with some people while I'm gone." Heather winked as she left me all by myself.

I awkwardly stood alone tugging on my dress, as Heather went off and greeted her other friends. I planted myself at the end of one of the red VIP booths. I was definitely not going to mingle with anyone. I didn't know a single person, other than Heather. I was sure her friends were nice, but I was way too shy to go up to anyone to talk.

When I met Heather 10 years ago, I was just a shy outcast, and she was the rich new girl. She had long black hair and tanned skin. She's asian like me, but mixed Taiwanese and her father is American.

Unfortunately, a lot of girls at school were jealous of Heather because she was rich and beautiful. Everyone wondered why she went to our public school and not some expensive private school. On her first day of school, the teacher assigned her seat next to mine. She immediately said "Hi" to me, and we started talking. Being the only two Asians in school, we had a lot in common surprisingly. Next thing I knew we became best friends and inseparable. Despite the fact that I was middle-class, she never acted stuck up or snobby towards me. I was bullied a lot, but she was like my body guard, always scaring off my enemies with her intimidating stance. No one wanted to get sued by her rich father. I was really lucky to have her as my best friend.

I sat quietly, people watching as I tried not to laugh at the creepy guys attempting to dance with gorgeous women and being utterly turned down. A friendly looking waiter walked by with an expensive looking champagne bottle and offered me a champagne flute.

Why not? It's a party, I'll just have one drink.

I took the flute and sipped it slowly. It was actually pretty good, it was sweet and bubbly. I hardly ever drank and generally hated the taste of alcohol.

"Waiter, rum and coke, please." I heard a familiar soft voice say with a slight Korean accent nearby.

Hm, why does he sound like... oh my God! It's Kim Seokjin from BTS!

Why is he here?!

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