Rachel and I stood side by side in front of the floor-length mirror in my bedroom, both of us sipping champagne and scrutinizing our reflections. We were getting ready for the family gathering, and Rachel had insisted on helping me choose an outfit.
"I'm telling you, Angel, this red mermaid dress was made for you," Rachel said, holding up the stunning gown. The dress was made of a luxurious velvet material that caught the light, giving it an ethereal glow.
"I don't know, Rach," I replied, hesitating. "I was thinking of wearing something a bit more understated."
"Understated?" Rachel raised an eyebrow. "You're going to a family gathering, not a funeral. Trust me, this dress will make a statement."
I couldn't argue with Rachel's logic, so I slipped into the dress. It hugged my curves in all the right places, and the fitted bodice showcased my toned shoulders. Rachel added some subtle sparkle with a delicate silver belt that cinched at my waist.
Meanwhile, Rachel was getting ready in a stunning emerald green evening gown made of silk and chiffon. The dress fell in soft folds to the floor, the hem fluttering around her ankles like a whisper.
"Rach, you look breathtaking," I exclaimed, as she twirled in front of the mirror.
"Thanks, baby," Rachel replied, smiling. "That red dress was made for you."
I sat in front of the mirror, we moved on to our makeup. Rachel expertly highlighted my cheekbones and defined my eyes with a swipe of mascara. I returned the favor, accentuating her lips with a bold red shade that matched my dress. With a final dusting of powder and a spritz of perfume.
almost immediately,Rachel began styling my hair with a curling iron. She twisted and curled my locks into soft, flowing waves that framed my face.
As Rachel finished my hair, I stood up and began styling hers. I decided on a sleek, high ponytail that showcased her striking features. I gently brushed her hair back, securing it with a delicate silver hair tie.
As we finished up, Rachel stepped back to admire our handiwork. "Wow, we look amazing!" she exclaimed, beaming with pride.
I couldn't help but agree. We made a stunning pair, and I felt grateful to have Rachel by my side.
my phone buzzed with an incoming text message from my mom. I glanced at the screen and saw her message: "Girls, please come downstairs. The car is waiting."
Rachel asked, "What's the message?" nodding towards my phone.
"It's Mom," I replied. "She says the car is waiting."
Rachel's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Let's go!"
We grabbed our purses and headed downstairs then rushed to the foye, the sleek white limousine was waiting outside, its engine purring softly. The chauffeur, dressed in a crisp black suit, stood beside the open door, waiting for us to enter.
My mom was already seated inside, looking stunning in a fitted black evening gown adorned with intricate silver embroidery. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, and her makeup was flawless.
As Rachel and I settled into the limousine, my mom smiled warmly at us. "You both look beautiful, girls," she said, her eyes shining with pride.
"Where's Dad?" I asked, glancing around the limousine as if expecting him to pop out from nowhere.
"He had some work to attend to, but he'll meet us there," my mom replied, her expression reassuring.
As I gazed out the window, my mind began to wander. Maybe I really need this outing to clear my head, I thought. I remembered that there was one place where I hadn't blocked Michael - Instagram. I quickly pulled out my phone and opened the app, my fingers moving swiftly as I searched for his profile. When I found it, I hesitated for a moment before tapping the "Block" button. It was done. I had deleted him from my life.
A sense of satisfaction washed over me, but it was short-lived. Rachel noticed the change in my mood and placed her hand on mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. I looked up at her, giving her a grateful smile. She knew exactly what I needed in that moment - comfort and reassurance.