Falling for a Casanova

Jessica Fraser "Jessie, you need to get ready, where is your dress? Oh my God, Jessie? Where's your dress?. Henley asks nearly panicking. She isn't the one performing at the Hout Theatre, but here she was feeling nervous for me, should I call it that? Nervous?. Anyways, she's my best friend what more could she do other than feel uneasily happy about my presentation? Speaking of presentations, my song hasn't been rehearsed yet, I've been exhausted from yesterday's trauma and here I was, sitting on another hot heat of music bullshit. Stage fright wasn't the issue, I didn't like singing. I found it ironic how I could sing well but didn't like singing, Mum often calls me weird cause of that. "I still don't know what to wear, Henley." "What?, You can't be serious, are you??." Henley asks looking disappointed. I guess I killed her enthusiastic spirit. Rolling my eyes, I took my phone from the counter and stared at it waiting to see a text from dad's manager, hoping I'll see "I'm sorry Miss Fraser, today's performance has been cancelled". How I wished that message could beep on my phone. I looked at Henley who stood there looking all confused at me... "What??" I asked. "I just don't understand you at all, who wouldn't want to be a celebrity this young?? Your... "Me....me, please don't start now." I interrupted her, Still glancing at my phone. "And why are you staring at your phone like that??." " I'm waiting for a text...." Now unlocking my phone to discern if he was typing a message or something, or if he'd flash me. "From who?? Oh...You're dreaming again, just forget it, he won't call to tell you the show's been cancelled stop dreaming my friend," She said chuckling. " From dad's manager and what's funny?? I asked. "Nothing, I'll just call your beautician." She says pulling out her phone from her sweatpants. "Jessie, What's her name again?" "I don't think I remember, "I lied. Pulling my hair up in a ponytail. "I think I prefer my hair this way", I said walking towards the large wall mirror. " it's cuter." I admired myself. "Jessica! The name?!!!," Truth be told, I almost ran out of my skin the moment she screamed my name, she sounded furious this time. I looked back at her just to be sure she was the one who sounded that commanding, and yes! It was her!! My mysterious best friend. "It's Clara... I don't think you have her number." I sounded absolute. The next thing I heard was Henley talking to Clara, how did she even get my stylist's number??? " Hey Clara, pls I'll be needing a dress, not one too fashionable tho...short, something short would do, and yes, a leather jacket I don't want my doll looking all "barbie" this time, she said chuckling. She looked at me opening her hands... "You need something else?? What colour of boots would you...... " I'm going to sabotage the show." It sounded intense and it's going to be. I'm an adult now and I can't sacrifice my future just for some debt my dad owes, all you guys should deal with that. I wish I said that. "Please, stop messing around, you're going for that show and it's final,". I raised an eyebrow at her, she didn't sound ordering this time, sounded rather satisfactory but that sentence wasn't meant to be coming from my best friend, were they? "Jessie. You. Are. A. Psycho..and I mean it", she broke her words, glancing down at her phone still in her hand... "Oh, I'm sorry Clara, didn't know you were still on, Yes.....black boots would do, thank you". She said ending the call "Henley"... I called, her reaching for her hand, " I don't feel like performing today... I'm a bit stressed out from yesterday's shit." I said, giving her puppy eyes, digging my head into the nook of her neck. She looked down at me, watching me deplorably. I'll say I played her well. "Fine, fine I'll help you but you gotta make me a promise first." I rose my head in quick tendency, giving her one sweet delightful smile, I hugged her. "Thanks, Mikku, I love you"... " No pls, not that name!!! Pls no she said sheepishly pushing me away with a smile on her face. I was just about to ask what promise I was to make when the living room door swung open, we both looked behind to see some fearsome-looking men. They were 5 of them all in sleek suits, they stood outside the door looking ready to dismantle anyone trying to put to hold whatever thing they came here for. Typically, there here for my dad. "Where's your dad?" One of the Men asks walking toward me. He gave me an evil glare, one which assured me that if I lied he wouldn't mind slamming my head on the marble wall. Oh, how barbaric he looked. "He's... He's not here..." I said trembling in fear of being whacked. '' Where is he? He asks analysing my house. He touched the wall and made a small scowl, guess he was impressed, but still looked like a threat to my life. " Tell him to come to us when he comes back," turning back to the door, he walked out slamming the door. We both looked at ourselves trying to scrutinize what just happened. "What was that", I and Henley asked ourselves startled. Why were they looking for my dad?