Hellamorgue

Chapter 8: Trust

"I-I am done.." said by the soft spoken girl inside of the fitting room.

Her voice was a little shaken in shyness. Her friends, Clover and Bianca, was to excited to see the young woman to go outside.

"Let us see!" Clover happily said while bouncing on her tracks.

"I am not sure about this.." the young woman hesitated.

"Come on, I'm sure it will look good on you, Powy!" Bianca cheered up.

"Okay..."

The awkward girl was finally convinced to go out. She gently put her hands on the curtains and slid it. She stepped out from the fitting room, looking like an another person. Bianca and Clover was left amazed by what they saw. A hand overlapping Bianca's face mask with her eyes widened. Clover ,on the other hand, has her jaw dropped with sparkles in her eyes. A young woman with big puffy white sand hair. It resembles a cumulus clouds or a dandelion. She has a round hot pink eyes with a medium tanned skin. She wears a chocolate shaded jumper shorts. An ivory white long sleeved off-shoulder for her top. A pair of black thigh highs and brown ankle boots for footwear.

Powla's eyebrows curled. She looked down, and placed her right hand to her left arm. She rubbed it, awkwardly waiting for her friends' responses.

"I'm not really used to this kind of clothings."

"But it looks good to you! You look different, Powla." Clover praised while raising a fist in the air.

"By different, she meant that in a good way. Whatever you're wearing, I think it suits you." Bianca followed.

"Thanks..." Powla mumbled.

"Well then, let's have them get paid. My treat, don't worry!" the model said.

"W-we could share the bill! They're a little pricey!" Powla suggested while rummaging her backpack, looking for her wallet.

"You don't need to, doll." the woman shrugged as she winked at Powla.

"If you say so...thank you so much!" Powla bowed her head to show her deep gratitude.

Clover covered her mouth partly and moved her head closer to Powla, "Bianca is way too rich, ya know! Wish I was beautiful as her to get paid that much." Clover whispered. "Since she's that rich, she could treat us all our way here without us spending a cent hehe." she teased.

"Hey! I heard that!" Bianca interjected.

"Well, it's true! Ahaha!" the green haired girl insisted. She wrapped her arm around Powla.

The model flipped her hair and said confidently, "Ahaha! Well, what are friends for?" She swayed her hand and invited, "Come on, we still need to roam the whole plaza!"

"Alright!" Clover threw her hands in the air.

Powla smiled as she watched her friends walked forward. Their wide smiles shine brighter than the sun. Powla looked around and saw beings enjoying every seconds, and every moments of their life inside the plaza. She had a thought sprouted inside her introverted mind. So far, nothing extremely bad happened to her during her time in the festival. She thought, Mr. Ping was right. She shouldn't be intimidated by the creatures inside the Sandertown, where in the first place, it was built as a safe space for everyone, human or not. Even though some beings doesn't fully trust humans yet doesn't necessarily mean all of them haven't. Trust is an important factor to apply to her virtues. In that way, her mind will be on ease. Free from dangerous thoughts and anxiousness, whose only will is to taint her faith for the townspeople. And with trust, anybody can freely move out from their comfort zones.

Powla was in deep thought, she forgot about her surroundings. The two girls noticed that she stopped following them. Powla was left behind. They strive to call for their friend.

"Powla! Hey, you okay?"

"Is there something wrong?"

The pink eyed girl snapped out from her ocean of thoughts. She looked at her friends and smiled warmly.

"Yeah. I am. So, what the plan?"

The two woman was a little surprised by what they saw. The usual agitated girl was seemingly calm and collected. Clover glanced at Bianca. Their eyes met and then turned their sight back to the tanned girl.

"Well, aren't you two hungry? Let's grab something to eat!" the model invited.

"Oh! I wanted some bubble tea and hotdogs!" Clover chattered.

"How about you, Powla?" Bianca asked.

"Anything is fine. Let's roam around to see what fits."

"Alright."

The three wandered around to look for something to eat. They found a stand that sells light snacks and beverages. Clover bought her favorite taro flavored bubble tea, and hotdogs. Bianca grabbed an iced coffee, while Powla got some caramel macchiato. The three young ladies were sitting and chilling outside the stand. The sweet scent coming out from the booth embraces the customers outside. The warm and cozy atmosphere surely made the place comfortable for most of the creatures. Bianca, Clover and Powla were having a casual talk while eating a family sized fries, resting on the table. Clover snatched a few sticks and dipped it in sour cream.

"Wooh! That's so delicious!" she squealed as she dump more fries in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Bianca deliberately sips on her iced coffee. Trying to enjoy and savor every contents of her drink. Powla stirs her beverage and drink generously. The troubled model continued her rants about her career while shaking her drink.

"Like I said, I do like modeling, but it can be just so overwhelming sometimes. Well, I never thought I would even become that famous," she paused and took a sip. "It's just that every steps I do is being recorded and broadcasted in media. It felt like I'm no longer free to do things I want without being criticized." she complained and furrowed her eyebrows.

"It do be like that sometimes." said Clover as she munched on her hotdogs.

"However, I'm still thankful that I got to spend my time with you two, in a special day,"

Clover glanced at Bianca. She remained silent and looked away, blushing. She continued munching on her hotdog.

"Even though I started my time here a little rough due to numerous amount of fans trying to shake my hands. I'm glad that my manager spared me this time."

Bianca beamed and the two smiled back at her. She opened the talk again by passing the chance to others.

"So, how about you two? Any stuffs going on?"

"Oh, yeah! About that, Powla!" Clover called out for the shy girl.

Powla flinched, "W-what?!" she stuttering replied.

"I'm kinda curious, what makes you agreed to attend the festival?" the green haired girl asked.

"Well...my boss encouraged me to attend the event...And..And!" Powla's unsteady tone suddenly brightened when she remembered that her boss's daughter will attend the fest. "And my his daughter will attend the fest for the first time as well! So...ahaha. I wanted to see her too.. They will arrive here later on. We made snacks to be given away!" she happily narrated.

"Oh! That's good! Save me some." Bianca added.

"Me too!" Clover followed.

"Of course! Of course.. you can get as many as you want haha." Powla remained silent for a moment, she twiddled her thumbs and gently opened her mouth. A soft mellow voice came out, "Knowing that this is my first time attending the fest, I...I am actually enjoying it.. it might not be obvious but it's true. Right now, I am very thankful to have you two guide me all the way here. I appreciate that."

"Aww... that's good to know. And you're always welcome, Pow-pow." Bianca rested her face on her hands. She curled her eyebrows, touched from what Powla said, and smiled warmly.

"That's no problem! Anytime, dude!" Clover squeaked and patted Powla's shoulder.

"How...about you, Clover?" Powla glided her eyes to Clover.

"Huh?"

"How is it going?" she asked.

"Oh! Well," Clover moved her seat inches away from Powla. She grabbed her drink and hold it with both of her hands. "I'm doing just fine, I guess...still the same. Ahaha!" she chuckled nervously.

"What do you mean?" Bianca asked.

"Still an underrated musician ahaha." she mumbled while looking down.

The two noticed that Clover's bright green hair color become slightly dull.

"Hey, your hair.." Bianca said with a worried face.

"Oh! Don't mind it. I'm okay! It's just, I barely have progress these days but, we know recognition isn't that quick and immediate to achieve, right?" she explained with an unsteady grin on her face. "I'm still enjoying what I do and I can wait for the right moment!" she continued.

Bianca and Powla breathed out in relief. They continued eating the fries and drink.

"I suppose, you're right..." said the model.

Clover's breathing slowed. She looked at her gig bag beside her. She rested her hand on and stroked it. Clover whispered under her breath, "Yeah...the right moment will be later." Then, she bitten the straw and sipped from her bubble tea furiously. She cannot wait for the 'right moment'.