The Man in My Dreams

CHAPTER 10: The Prom Night Revelation

Chapter Ten: The Prom Night Revelation

YORRIS

It's 6:30 in the evening, and I'm still lounging in the bathtub. The team of stylists has been knocking incessantly. I don't understand their urgency when the prom doesn't start until 8:00 p.m.

I heard consecutive knocks again. I think this is the eleventh knock already. Are they that excited? Why so rush? They aren't even attending the prom, they're just here to help me get ready. I sighed, stood up from the tub, and put on my robe.

"What?" I asked, opening the bathroom door.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but we need to start your preparations." One of the stylists said, bowing slightly. I didn't respond. Instead, I sat in front of the full-length mirror as they began their work. Some were fixing my wavy hair, while others worked on my face, hands, and feet.

I realized why they were in such a rush: they needed to prepare my hands and feet as well. Half an hour later, they finished their work. It was time to put on the gown prepared by my brother and dad. To be honest, I hadn't seen the gown yet. They wanted it to be a surprise, so I had no idea what I would be wearing. How corny of them!

Like the gown, I had no clue about my current look since they wouldn't let me see my reflection while they were working on me. They had kept me turned away from the mirror.

A new stylist entered carrying a large white box. They opened it, revealing a shimmering black gown. They dressed me in it, with all five of them helping to make sure it was perfect. I put on the matching black heels studded with sequins myself.

I heard nothing but praise from the stylists. Slowly, I turned to face the full-length mirror. My eyes widened at the sight of my cleavage. I immediately covered it. What on earth? Was there a shortage of fabric when this gown was made? My inner was almost spilling out. Did my brother and father really choose this?

I looked at the whole ensemble. The gown was beautifully arranged. I had no idea I could look even better. I uncovered my chest to get a better view of the whole outfit. I smiled, realizing that the gown wasn't as bad as I initially thought. It matched perfectly with my makeup. I twirled and saw that the back of the gown was almost entirely exposed, from my shoulders down to my waist. It was so tight around my waist that it seemed like it was glued on. The front had a deep V-neck that dropped between my breasts, which explained my initial reaction. The gown accentuated my figure, hugging every curve from top to bottom, and flaring out around my hips like a Christmas tree.

The stylists left, and I continued to gaze at my reflection. The simple yet classic earrings were perfectly set in my ears. I spotted the necklace around my neck-it was the one Van gave me on my birthday. I touched it and suddenly felt a pang of longing for him. I missed him so much.

I was snapped out of my reverie when my brother called, saying my ride, Luke, had arrived. I took one last look at my reflection and grabbed my matching purse.

"Zaria-" My brother's call trailed off when he saw me. He took in my appearance from head to toe.

"Goddess!" He finally managed to say. I only smiled. He kissed my forehead before guiding me downstairs. As we descended the stairs, my brother spoke.