It’s Just Nature

Chapter 9 - A dress?

I stared hard at the options displayed in front of me. A red, laced, thin strapped bodycon dress or a long loose basic silver dress from opportunity stores. My experiences with grand balls were little to nothing so I didn’t know the correct attire. I finally decided on the sliver dress, thinking that it wouldn’t be too eye-catching. The clock read 3:02pm, leaving me at most two hours.

After deciding my outfit, I sat in front of my mirror and began to work on my hair. I wish I had someone to help me with this. My mind raced to my best friend, Sarah, who was over 50 miles away in UCLA. She would swoon over what’s happening to me right now. I quickly wondered when the last time I called her was. Three or four weeks ago? I decided I would inform her of all the recent events on our next call, which I kept on pushing back and back.

Placing my hair straighter down, I gazed at my finished work. My brown hair which was usually wavy, became dead straight, increasing the length by an inch. I opened drawer, revealing piles of make up. I need to organise this. My mind visually pictured what my make up would look like. I would go for a natural look with slightly dark eyeshadow and a bold red lip. I begun my make up routine, carefully applying everything within the two hours I had.

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The rumble of the engine caused me to realise he was here. I glanced at the mirror, checking my appearance, before heading out. My shoes were these 2 inch brown heels, which laced up my ankles. A sudden knock on the door indicated that he was impatiently waiting. I quickly grabbed my clutch and opened the huge wooden wall. I was met with a pair of sky blue eyes.

“Hello,” I greeted, looking at his clothes. His physique fit well into his black suit, and his natural unruly golden hair was slicked back with a heap of hair gel. I stared at his clothes before I was met with his expression.

Mason’s mouth was agape, in either an undetermined state of either shock or horror.

“What are you wearing?” He suddenly asked, unbelieving of what he was seeing.

“A dress?” I responded, a wave of low self esteem washing over me.

“We’re going to a ball not a club,” he rudely stated while checking the time.

“Well, I’m sorry I’ve never been to a ball before. You didn’t exactly give me a dress code,” I argued. I decided that I was not going to be shamed rudely for wearing the wrong atire.

“We’ll have to make a quick stop then,” he muttered while walking turning around and towards his red vintage mustang.

I rolled my eyes, regretting agreeing to this incredulous offer. Nevertheless I followed him towards the car. He opened the door for me as I stepped in.

“You might be gentleman after all,” I sarcastically commented. After all I was still a bit mad.

“Can’t help it, its a automatic thing,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders.

This guy was going to be getting on my nerves a lot.

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The whole ride would’ve been silent if it wasn’t for the radio blasting music. I was still mad at his sudden outburst at my outfit. Fifteen minutes passed before we stopped. Ee were parked in front of a huge mansion. I gazed at the amazing architecture of the place. It had white pillars at the entrance which connected to the tall roof. All the windows were lit up, causing light to glaze over the white building. The whole place was probably created with a Ancient Rome touch. I was in awe of the whole mansion.

“Where are we?” I managed to ask.

“The solution to your outfit,” he replied. His remark instantly snapping my mood to be mad at him again.

He stepped out and ran around the car to open the door for me. I reluctantly hopped out and walked towards the front door with Mason trailing behind me. He rang the doorbell and the door instantly opened. We faced a boy with similar features as Mason but who was extremely well dressed in a courageous suit of cream and yellow intertwined . The boy natural gleeful expression changed when he saw me.

“What is so wrong with my outfit?” I blurted out causing the boy to startle. I was so tired of people judging my choices.

“Nothing at all, it’s just wrong dress at the wrong event.” The boy comforted while ushering only me in. I looked at Mason for assurance. His eyes told me that it was okay and that I should trust this guy. I sighed, it was going to be long night.