Captivated (FIRST DRAFT, NEEDS EDITING)

The Party

HYA=P

I tried to find a image of the same white dress as the girl on the cover so just try to imagine that it is. Image of what she is wearing for the party on the side>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>External link

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I really ought to set off for one of my runs in the morning but unfortunately it was past the time that I would go. I woke up at 3:00 in the afternoon.

“Ethel what are you doing?” I said my pyjama’s still on, drowsy from the lack of sleep I had because the howling had lasted most of the night.

“Oh hello dear, I am finishing off the last of the cushions plumping them up,” Ethel says humming a song I never had heard of.

Yawning I sit down switching on the television crossing my legs surfing for some decent cartoon to feast my eyes on.
“AHHhhh!”

I spring up from the sofa grabbing the item in front of me like I would hold a bat. Ethel’s screaming had died down now but I was full alert.

“What in god’s name are you wearing? Put down the remote control too. There is no need to turn violent Aaliyah,” Ethel scolds.

Crossing my arms I look down at myself not believing that the maid had just screamed at me then had nagged me.

“Why did you cry out?” I ask.

“Miss Sandlio you know perfectly well why I ‘cried out.’ Your welcoming home party is beginning in forty minutes,” she sighs.

Shrugging then laying down the TV remote on the TV stand I sigh this time. Once I am within my bedroom I became aware of a note on my side drawer which is beside my king sized bed.

Aaliyah,
I and your father are currently at work.
Make sure you are well trimmed.
Your dress is hanging in your private bathroom.
Mother

Snorting I crush the paper in my hands into a ball throwing it in the bin.

Mother, Father?
That chick sure is delusional, a delusional formal slighty uptight guardian.
Lucky me.
Rolling my eyes I take an unhurried shower.

30 minutes later I step out of the bathroom towel drying my hair. I then put some matched underwear on. Nothing fancy just plain black before slipping on my white evening dress. Not bothered about the time, I curl the tips of my blonde hair then slide my hands in my hair shaking it causing a wild effect. After that I spray some hairspray all over. Finished with my hair I moisturize the exposed skin; my legs, arms, and face. Squinting at the mirror I make out dark circles under my eyes. Shaking my head I look through my make-up bag taking hold of my concealer, lip-balm, and my pencil eye-liner.
Satisfied I place on a pair of white flat heels incidentally ‘Mother’ had acquired especially for me.

“Aaliyah the guests are arriving,” Mrs. Len calls out. I add another coat of lip-balm.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Aaliyah you finished?” Ethel says softly. Rising from my seat I open the door. “Ahhh sweetie you look ravishing!” she exclaimed.
Like I care.

Trudging down the spiral staircase, now on the last step, I get attacked by Mrs. Len.

“Where have you been Aaliyah? The guests have been waiting patiently,” Mrs. Len whispers harshly in my ear. She then grips my arm squeezing the crap out of it. We go to see this man. As I observe him I see that he looks in his mid-forties with dark grey eyes, black hair, and bits of grey on the sides. He was accompanied by some other men chatting to them; a glass in hand I suppose is alcohol.