Still delving into the world of hiveans, I decided to probe into the various niches found here and discover where my fortitude lies. I have decided to use a past experience in the form of a story during this course of dissemination. Barely still in the spring season,in a terrace building consisting of more than five condos, with a turret hanging overhead like an ancient monastery. The weather was fair, with the sun smiling beautifully and the woodpecker was just returning from one of its usual hunt.
Inside one of those buildings, lost in a world of her own, Nessa who was in her early twenties sat with her head wrapped up with a disastrous event that happened to her few years ago. It all began when she was worked up concerning the evening party and the glam she was expecting. Still contemplating about which outfit would fit the occasion she was to host, Nessa had decided to opt for a long, flowing silver halter gown, strap heels and a red purse.
Even though the ride to the venue was a bit erratic from her usual ride, she had gotten to the venue on time for the event. Nessa had gotten down from the vehicle and strutted into the building trying to navigate her way around the premises and get acquainted with the surroundings to her pristine nature. She met with different personalities that arrived for the occasion and also exchanged pleasantries with them.While taking a stroll, she came across a member of the family which she was playing host for, before time, she had been introduced to every member of the family and also told the different characters they exhibit and how to relate with them based on their personalities.
Fred was a man in his early twenties who was known to be quite unruly to strangers because of his family's prestigious background.
Fred on seeing her at the stairway blocked her path and made a statement that threw her off balance. "Why are you dressed in this haute couture with such hideous look?" He mocked, with a scornful expression creasing his grumpy face. This,he did to spite her seeing how prestigious she appeared and knowing what role she was to perform for the day's event.
Nessa was taken aback by the unruly remark and shut herself an awkward glance and also kept to herself.
Until that moment, she had thought she was putting in a lot of unnecessary effort to represent the prestigious family well as the host of the event. Nessa was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder three years earlier and that little drama had a huge effect in her life that day.
A few minutes into the ceremony and Nessa was already palpitating deij the fear and uncertainty. When she got on stage to perform, a look at the audience triggered anxiety and she lost concentration and began sweating.
An uproar in the audience made her dizzy and the last thing she could remember was the noises coming from many people and being rushed out of the room like an amputated patient.
