The Lust

Pov me I have been back in the city for months now getting my life together. These past couple of years I have spent every minute striving for my degree in uni trying to distract myself from all the crazy things that have happened in my past. My grandma had always wished that I would graduate, we even made plans on flying her out to see my graduation, which is why when she passed away a couple of months ago I was devastated. I needed to get away. I decided to take a drink while ripping my pile of unopened mail till one caught my eye. "From Elena?" It's been so long since I have heard from her let alone anyone ever since I got back. I walk to my living room, sat down and began to read this mysterious letter. I take a shot of vodka and whispered under my breath "here we go". You are cordially invited to attend the annual masquerade ball this night. P.S plus one is mandatory Presented by: your dear friends from the Barone family... Friday, February 23rd Prom 9:00 PM until Midnight BaroneHall 123 Greenhouse Street. New York. I will not miss this opportunity to rehabilitate into society, after everything that occurred in the past. I made a phone call to Josh, one of my dearest friends and also a designer for Louis Vuitton, he can style anything. He was at my door 25 minutes later he came with hands filled with gowns and shoes. I was so shocked I let out a squeal "Wow!" I said. "You didn't have to bring so many expensive, exquisite dresses like this Josh," I said. with a confused look, Josh said "what do you mean? This is just a little fabricate to make people fall in love with you" he then pushes the rails full of dresses into my living room and gets set up. "Steven is on his way to do your makeup and style that hair of yours". Steven, Josh f**k buddy, who is married to a woman may as well make the most of it "It's starting by 9 am, and am not sure I will be able to face it to see it" "Stop, speaking in tongues," josh said with a sad face, he was about to say something else, when the bell rang "oh he is here, how do I look? My heart is beating hard" using his hand like a fan to blow the empty sweat on his forehead "Handsome, as a charm as always," I said to give him a boost of confidence. After an hour of having a warm steaming bath, and doing my makeup and hand-crossing out the dresses I love and don't, it came down to two. Am still in debate about the red dress that has a spilt in the sides and shows my curves as a black woman with my sexy legs or this elegant silver dress that also shows my clothes curves, but there is not really a style to it. "then we are both in agreement that the red dress is the one we are choosing," said Steven.