Sin For Me

5 Years Prior ☑️

"We should all go out to celebrate your big success! Tonight. Tony's. 8:00 P.M. sharp. Be ready. I'm buying!" my best friend Eve exclaimed. She always made a rather big deal out of my successes. To be honest, it was a relief as she was the only person I could truly count on to push me when all I wanted to do was give up.

When my mom passed away, Eve had been my rock. She had been my shoulder to cry on, my confidant. She had seen me on my darkest days, and still stuck by my side through all it.

Eve and I met our freshman year of college. We bumped into each other rather. It was quite comical. We shared some of the same courses, and throughout the years, she has become the best friend I never had. I was forever in her debt, but tonight didn't require a fancy outing to celebrate my graduation. Honestly, I'd be perfectly content staying in and catching a movie, just the two of us as we always had.

"It's not really a big deal, Eve. Netflix and a girl's night in sounds fun enough, doesn't it?" I pleaded.

"Oh, no honey! We've worked our asses off these four years, and tonight definitely warrants a celebration! Plus, I'm almost ninety-nine percent positive that there will be guys at Tony's tonight doing the very same!" She was too giddy at such an early hour in the morning I admit, though, her demeanor was contagious. Maybe I really did need this— to get out and mingle with actual people. Expand my bubble per say. When was the last time I even gave a man the time of day? Sure, I'd had my share of one-night flings throughout my years at university, but nothing too serious. But now, maybe I'd find a decent man to potentially settle down with.

Now that my career had been jump started, I was ready for an actual relationship, right?

A week before graduation, I had been offered a job at one of the most pretentious law firms in the town. I was thrilled that all my schooling had paid off, and I hadn't expected a job offering for several months at least.

"Okay, fine. You win. As always," I threw my hands up in defeat and plastered a smile amongst my face.

"I knew you'd cave. Now be sure to wear something sexy, and short! Mission 'Manhunter' is officially underway. Don't disappoint me, babe," Eve blew kisses   my way as she exited my apartment.

So dramatic, I chuckled to myself as the silence settled around me. Maybe I truly did desire a male companion— someone to fill the empty void when loneliness overcame my soul. The air surrounding amongst my compact apartment was stifling.

My mind diverted in another direction as I decided on focusing on the new task at hand.

Now, for this grand celebration, whatever should I wear? I wondered as I strode into my cluttered walk-in closet. Everything was a mess; I wasn't the best organizer, and clothes were tossed in every direction. This would prove harder than I anticipated, I sighed in frustration as I began rummaging through the many piles of garments.

Time passed quickly and I became flustered. Just as I considered surrendering, a shiny red garment under a massive pile of clothing in the far end of the closet caught my eye. I walked over to the pile, tossing the many useless garments aside, and grabbed the red fabric, holding it against my body as I starred at my startling reflection in the mirror in front of me. This was the perfect choice, and the only choice for that matter.

This dress was short enough, as Eve requested, and flaunted my curves in the sexiest manner. I had only worn this dress once—to a formal dinner with my mom upon my acceptance to university. I had completely forgotten of its existence. But it fit the occasion at hand perfectly. Surely this would attract potential suitors, I fathomed.

My cell chimed in the distance, distracting me from the fantasy world I had endeavored into. I made my way out the mountain of clothing and grabbed my phone from the charger on my bed.