The Unexpected

Part 1: The Party

     Chapter 7

She lied. Yup, just as expected, she lied.

It has been an hour since I have been sitting here with my back towards the mirror.

"Alll..."

"No Jasmine I'm not finished, how could I have, within the one minute gap you put between your questions."she added still focused on my face. "In just a minute...there"she said steping back to admire her work with a pleased smile.

"Finally" I growled as I turned around to face the mirror. To say I was shocked at my reflection, would be an understatement. She did a great job. I could see that she tried her best not to go out of my comfort zone. She gave me a natural but not look, with thin dark eyebrow, brown eyeshadow and a mat dark red lip stick.

"Al this..this is perfect"

"I know right. I'm grate" she said looking at me pleased.

"But...what is this?" I asked pointing towards my eyelashes. "I did not agree to this"

"It's called eyelash just fake" she answered in a daaah tone. "Oh and I know, but just a little something something" she continued walking towards the bed talking up her dress moving towards the bathroom.

"This is too much Al. I don't want this. Please don't let me wear this." I said now pouting.

"Okay fine" she sighed dropping the bag with the dress on the floor. " But you are wearing mascara."

"No hay problema." (No problem) I replied smiling excitedly.

"Wow. Mrs. Grant would have been pleased." She said dramatically moving away from my face.

"Whatever" i mumbled grinning at her.

"Oh and I almost forgot, were not talking my car we're taking Jess's car." She stated now adding mascara to the other eye.

"Okay, cool"

"Mhmm, done. Now hurry and get ready, there supposed to be here in about..."she stopped to check the time on her phone. "Wow, did we really spend that much time on our faces. We have half an hour to get ready."

"Correction, you spend all that time on our faces, you took approximately 30 minutes on your face and I have been in that chair for a whole hour."

"Please honey, it takes a lot of work to look this good" she explained with a dramatic hair flip.

"So...what you're trying to say is that were ugly. I thought you said I had the perfect face" I said with a fake pout.

"..." She stopped then turned to look at me. "Could you please just shut up and get ready"

"Sure thing Alz" I answered with a wink.

"Your dumb" she whispered shaking her head while opening the door to the bathroom.

"And you're a waste of time, we have just wasted...8 minutes on this irrelevant conversation." I said checking my phone.

"Hmmm." She replied ending the conversation, living me to get ready.

Al picked out a black dress, simple and not too classy. It had thin straps with a bra like pattern covering my right breast showing a little skin that the bottom. The length was about mid thigh. The dress was peered with black heals.

I was comfortable with this dress comparing to the others she picked.

There wasn't alot I could do with my hair, its naturally curly, so we decided to have it straightened, I hardly ever straighten my hair, because I believe it doesn't compliment it's reddish black colour, but Al says other wise. She always tries to get me out of my comfort zone to get me to appreciate myself, and as much as it's annoying, I love her for it.