Hope is a seventeen-year-old girl who lives with her mother in a small apartment. With porcelain-doll skin, shining blue eyes, and a perfect black wolf cut framing her slender face, she was striking—yet shadows clung beneath her eyes. She had been up late, working on a dress for the school's farewell prom tomorrow.
A thunderous sound can be heard outside Hope's apartment. An ominous weather indeed, but Hope continues with her work fixing her dress for the prom. It is an inconvenient event for sure, but she is required to go or face the wrath of her mother.
While weaving the final part, Hope sighs and looks at the dark ceiling.
'I'm so tired, I should've never informed mother about this stupid event... Everyone there is so stupid, they can't do anything else but waste their youth drinking and imitating a luxurious life.'
Then a creaking sound was heard across the room. It was her mother opening the door.
"Hope. Are you finished?"
Hope's mother is a small fashion designer. An ambitious single mom who worked two jobs to keep the family afloat. But due to the nature of Hope's mother's work schedule, she couldn't spend that much time with her daughter compared to when her husband was alive.
"It's close, I just need 15 minutes to secure this thread, and I'm done."
Then Hope stops to linger her hand around, then asks.
"Mom, can't I just not go to that stupid gathering? I don't have any friends there anyway."
Hope's mother sighs and looks at her daughter with a concerned face.
"You already know the answer. Hope, I won't let you miss it. It's the last one, and then you will need to move to another school for college. I don't want you to have any regrets, and hey, you might just really enjoy the prom."
Hope's mother lingered around for a moment and added.
"Who knows? You might just find a handsome young man on the way back."
Hope's eyes quickly narrow in disappointment.
"Mom, you should know by now. I don't have any time to date anyone, and I wish not to date any of those buffoons. I can't even imagine myself going to college, can't I just help you and let me work?"
Hope's mother took a deep breath and looked at Hope in the eyes once more.
"No means no. Let me just handle that, and in return, work hard in your studies. I don't want you to ask me that anymore. Do you understand, Hope?"
"Fine, Mom, but I won't promise that I will enjoy the prom, especially with those wicked, treacherous people."
Her mother sighs at Hope once more.