My First, or The Prosecutor's Mistake

“Today, the coolest party in the city starts at the nightclub ‘Zafir.’ Girls get in free—just follow the dress code: come in a red dress. Want to go wild?” my friend winked at me.

— And while we’re at it, should we find you a man? — she added.

Disappointment flared in my chest. How long can I keep wasting my life carrying home stacks of school notebooks?!

— I want to, Lera, — I admitted honestly.

— Only I don’t have a red dress.

I said it and looked sadly into my cup of coffee. And I’ve never had a man. But if Lera finds out this secret of mine too, she’ll laugh at me for good.

— Fie, silly things, Nastya! — Lera enthused and touched my hand. — Let’s go to my place? I’ve got about five red dresses hanging in my closet. Wow, I can already feel this will be an amazing evening!”