Chapter 3
4 years later
It's been four years now since that party, four years after the humiliation and embarrassment. And the feeling of being called a little girl. So I told myself I'll never let anyone dare call me a little girl anyone.
And today, being the 10th of August, is my birthday.
I was determined to shine brighter than ever.
No one could ever humiliate or body-shame me anymore, because I had grown into a beautiful young lady. My once flat figure now carried soft, perfect curves; my face glowed with confidence; , I decided to let go of the glasses because today is my birthday.
Like have stepped into womanhood and today I wanted the world—especially Damon—to see me.
I stood in front of my mirror, admiring the woman I had become.
"Oh my Goodness, I look so hot" I squealed.
My pink sparkling bodycon dress hugged my figure, showing off every curve, while my heels added to my height, now a proud 5'7.
"Honey are you ready yet?" my mom voice asked from downstairs, Your brother, his friends and your friends are here".
"Coming, Mom!" I said, grabbing my purse and giving myself one last confident smile.
As I descended the stairs, My best friend Sandra rushed to me first, her eyes wide.
"Hey babe you look extremely hot", "Goodness both guys and girls are going to fall for you, cause I'm falling already.
Happy Birthday Bestie".
I hugged her tight. "Thanks Babe, lets go cut the cake and greet everyone".
"Hey little sis, Happy Birthday" I turned to see my brother, rolling my eyes I said.
"I'm not little anymore. Don't call me that".
He smiled, giving me a side hug. Yeah true it's obvious, you've grown, you look very different and beautiful.
His word made me blush a little.
"Thanks.
"Oh remember my friend Damon, he's been asking of you nonstop".
My chest tightened. Damon. That name still had power over me.
I glanced up slowly, and there he was across the room—staring. God, he looked even hotter than before. His dark hair was styled perfectly, his jawline sharper, his broad shoulders filling out a black fitted shirt. But it wasn't just his looks—it was the way his blue eyes lingered on me, unblinking, like I was the only one in the room.
"Oh really, I said casually.
"Hi" I said nervously.
Damon didn't say anything, he only nodded his head, his eyes never leaving mine. There was something unreadable in them—desire, regret, or maybe both.
What's wrong with him I'm the one that's supposed to ignore him.
He didn't even wish me a Happy Birthday.