Getting ready should be easy ... is what I thought. I was no where near right. I actually got ready in like....an hour ago but Betty said ,and I quote "you need to give off hot mom vibes" Whatever that means.
She made me take off the dress I already had on which In my opinion looked cute but she said I looked like a lady who had nine cats. ( why nine ?) I don't know , I asked her that too...she just shrugged. I'm still deeply offended by the cat thing.
I mean if she said I looked like a mom, i would've been okay with that cause I was one.
I started looking for another dress but apparently she knew this would happen. I looked thought my wardrobe for a few minute and started getting frustrated.
"Seriously..! Do I really have no fashion sense ?" I was starting to hate this night. " Yes " she had a straight face on. She's being serious and I guess she's kinda sorta maybe right. I never really dressed up in high school. I mostly wore jeans with plan T-shirts. Don't judge me I wasn't popular so I didn't get attention on me and I thank God for that everyday....attention brings in the wrong crowd so i tried to just....exist. " now put it on" she yelled snapping me out of the conversation I was having with myself.
" fine but I'm not going to like it "
I yelled back at her.
" whatever just say" she signed.
After a few minutes that felt like an hour, I was able to put on the stupid dress. It was a complicated dress with a lot of layers which felt unnecessary and frankly.....just stupid. Why do brands do this ?
" isn't it a bit short ?" I said as I tried to pull it down a bit.
" no ..it's just right " she smiled deviously.
"I feel really uncomfortable wearing this " i argued but I already know there's no changing her mind. I won't lie the dress looked good but it wasn't for me. "Are you serious right now ?! You look beautiful Gia" she looked at me like I was crazy.
"Thank you bu-" I got cut off.
" no buts ! Let's go " she said as she walked out. Why did I agree to this ?! ( because you have a very boring life , no social life and or love life...so you kinda have to go ) that is true. (Scratch that... you need to go) okay ....quite the yapping. i need to make some friends tonight.
We got to the bar a little late because someone forgot to tell me that we weren't actually going to a bar ....it was supposed to be just a regular party. so ended up arguing in her car for like... an hour.
" I should murder you" I frown at her. " but you won't because you love me " she blows kisses at me.. making me smile. "Whatever " i sighed.
This is actually Lizzie's work party ( Lizzie is also Betty)
and I don't know anybody. What am I supposed to do. Lizzie said she was getting drinks but I already know she's not coming back till later. I see a girl with black hair and sparkly green eyes. She was in knee length simple black dress that had almost no fabric at the back. She's really pretty... she looks nice ,should I talk to her ?( I don't know do you want to ?)
Without thinking I started to walk toward her but ditched half way through. (Chicken).
Don't get me wrong I'm not scared I just saw someone really surprising. That pretty boy is here and he was kissing that girl.
What is with him shoving his tongue down different girls throats.
I just hope he doesn't see me. I rushed to look for Lizzie but it seemed like she vanished into thin air. "why must my life be so hard ? " i mumbled to myself.
" it can't be that hard " a voice said very close to my ear making me jump slightly.
I turned around seeing pretty boy staring at me. " oh sorry ,did I scare you?" He smiled.
"No but have you ever heard of personal space?" I frowned at him
" so what are you doing here ? ...cause this is a work party and I know you work at that old diner" He said ignoring my question as he continued. I know he didn't just call my dinner....Old. Lord hold me back...." A friend invited me " I answered as calmly as I could.
Why am I answering this guy ?!
"Is it a guy friend ?" He asked with an expression I couldn't read. " I don't see how that's any of your business " I smiled as I walked away. Why is he even here ? Is he stalking me ?(dream on girl...) maybe ...? (Girl.. no)
I tried as much as possible to avoid pretty boy which was hard because it felt like I was seeing him everywhere I turned. Weird right ?....anyway
I talked to a few people at the party and by a few, I mean ...two. Oh wait...that rhymed.
Don't worry...it's progress. I usually talk to no people at all. I talked to a guy named Mark and an older man named Henry.
Mark is a basic boyfriend material. He's kind, smart, has a good job, wants kids and all that other stuff. Talking to him felt like I was on a blind date. I don't like blind dates....they're always somewhat awkward.
And Henry mostly talked about his wife who had passed and his grandkids. A really charming man.It was interesting to talk to both men. I give both of them my number but I don't plan on dating Him...Henry I mean. I see us having a father daughter relationship and I think it's the same for him. Mark actually asked me out on a date next Friday and I agreed only because he seemed responsible and decent. I know you're wondering why I didn't talk to any woman, well because most woman at the looked like they wouldn't talk to me. Not that woman are judgy or anything like that..they're just scary. I don't know...maybe I'm over thinking it.
" finally..!" I whisper yelled when I found Lizzie. She was outside the whole time. " Lizzie! I'm tired of this party and my feet are killing me from walking around in these stupid shoes " I complain as she ignored me while texting on her phone. "Lizzie !!" I yelled
She shook slightly snapping her head up from her phone " I wanna go home." I whined
" alright let's go." She smiled.
That was easy... too easy. Something's up with her. I'll ask her when we get home ... right now I just wanna go home.
The ride home gave me a little time to think. Why was pretty boy at the party ? Does he work at Lizzie's company ? Or was he someone's plus one .....probably that girl with black hair. Why am I even thinking about it ?
I should check up on Lola. I dialed Stella's number.