𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬

2. What a memorable NYE

Maybe I'm being too optimistic for this party. The overpacked closet in my bedroom that desperately needed to be sorted through basically glared at me the entire time I started to contemplate what I was going to wear.

Having some work left to do for today and tomorrow, I wanted to get that out of the way first.

After at least two hours of identifying what shades of blues would look good in a client's bedroom and exchanging emails with several people, I was done. The closet that caused me so much aggravation was the next thing I had to tackle. I settled on an emerald green satin slip dress that was definitely on the shorter side. For heels, which I despise just because they're uncomfortable, I picked my simple black 'strappy' kind that I wear practically every time I go out.

*the next night*

Breana had decided to pick me up on her way to the party. She had needed to meet the babysitter and apparently was having hair problems, so she was running a bit late like me. Matt was already there since he had helped Alex, I finally learned of his name, set up most of the things.

The doorbell rang and I quickly put my phone and other essentials into my purse to get outside as fast as I could. I really don't like to be a nuisance to anyone or keep them waiting. Strict parents instilled that in me. Locking my door behind me and noticing that Breana went back to her car, I went and got in.

"Are you ready?" Breana asked me with clear excitement.

"I am so ready. But who's going to be there?" My social world has never been extremely abundant, clearly. So somehow it just dawned on me that this was the first party, other than business-related ones, that I had been to in two years.

"Mainly just people tied to the band but probably some models and whoever else Alex wanted to invite." She paused, sensing my anxiousness. "He's usually a rather non-social person, lately he's been a prick though. I'll introduce you to everyone that I know, don't worry," She glanced at me. That last part offered me some relief.

"A prick? What did he do?" I asked, trying to divert from the fact that I'll be at a party soon with models. Not intimidating in the slightest. Breana didn't speak for a while, choosing her words carefully.

"Their last album just did really well. Not that that's a bad thing, I'm really proud of them and Matt," She said, rushing the last part.

"So the fame got to his head?" I asked, while I also trying to infer what she had told me.

"In some ways, yes. I believe that he's still the same guy underneath all of it obviously." She glanced at me again. I was trying to understand what she was telling me.  "I could just be holding onto the past in some ways, haven't actually talked to him in a while. Matt says he's gotten a lot better," I wanted to change the topic since she didn't seem to care or want to speak about it.

"Oh. Are we almost there?" I asked in a cheery tone. The address she had sent me was one that I didn't recognize with relative distances to places.

"Yep, we've been graced with moderately ok traffic," We both smiled.

"You're just intimidated by the models, aren't you?" Breana asked and gave me an all knowing look.

"Wow, how did you know?" I remarked with a sarcastic grin.

"Well. Too late to turn back now because we're here," She said with a forced sigh. The house was actually not as big or grand as I had expected it to be and that took me by surprise. It was really nice and I liked it a lot. We both got out of the car and I hoped I wasn't too overdressed, until I saw a stranger walk by me in a dress similar to mine. That settled my conscience a little.