Rosalie's PovI pull out a black masquerade mask, black matching heels, and this lovely white floor length dress with a black lace floral pattern that goes from the sweetheart to reaching up to just below the thighs.
I just can't believe my eyes. This is the most stunning dress I have ever seen. I look at the tag and it says A Lucy Ramos One of A Kind
What?
One of a kind? From my mum. Wait the note said she designed it. So that means she's a designer? Or?
I get my phone and dial her number. She picks up on the first ring. "Hello Rosalie? Are you back home yet? I hope you had a lovely trip. You should come by and get your Christmas presents.I can't wait to see you again." If I don't cut her off she would of rambled on and on.
" Yes mum I'm back home. I just arrived actually and I'm staring at the dress you ga-. Designed."
"Oh do you like it. The first time I saw you I got inspired and I designed it especially for you . It's a one of a kind."
"I actually love it. Thank you. I can't wait to wear it."
"I am glad, I can't wait to see how stunning you will look in it."
"Me either. I'll see you at the masquerade ball."
"See you then. Bye love you."
"Love you too, bye."
"That's one stunning dress." I hear Zayn say and his fingers trace over the lace fabric.
"Isn't it?" I hum. This is mine. The first gift my mum gave me and I'm in total awe.
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I spend the afternoon trying to get my hair ready. The other boys arrived home shortly after we arrived. Niall arrived last night but he is totally stoked for the New Years party tonight.
I use the curling iron to completely curl my hair and then pinning it up. I then begin to do my make up and shortly after I step into the dress.
The dress hugs my body nicely but it does make my cleavage totally noticable. I put on the final touches which are the mask and the heels. I grab my jacket and head down the stairs.
The boys are already dressed quite nicely i might add. They all look handsome in their tuxedos and their masks. They all glance up as i descend from the stairs. I blush a little, im still not used to having all the attention on me.
Once i reach the bottom, Zayn can't stop staring at me. "You look amazing." He presses his lips to mine and he pulls me in close. This kiss is breath taking, unlike any other kiss we have shared.
When we break apart, we are left breathless and we just live in our moment that is until four other people clear their throats. "Shall we head out?" Liam smirks.
"Yeah definitely." I smile. Zayn helps me put on my jacket and we head out. I thought the party would be at my parents house but it isn't. The drive is around thirty minutes and I'm starting to feel anxious when we get closer and closer.
Once we reach the venue, there's many people walking up on the red carpet and into the building. We step out of the car and of course there are various paparazzi taking pictures of us. Well mostly of the boys. Zayn gives me a reassuring squeeze and we walk down to the main entrance.
There's this very tall and muscular guy at the entrance with a clipboard and a ear piece. "Name." He asks us as we get closer. "Uh Ramos, Rosalie Ramos." He flips over the page and then smiles at me.
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Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)
FanfictionWe are the same people but from different worlds. He is famous good looking he comes from a good family. His name is Zayn Malik. I on the other hand was plain, ordinary, grew up in the Foster care system, I don't have a family. My name is Rosalie Ra...