The Way It Ends

07

Now what dress to wear? There's nothing that looks good. Dress one made me look like fucking cardboard box. Dress two gave the impression that I'm a Jojo Siwa impersonator. And dress three looked like something from Tiger King's wardrobe.

If you've not gotten the memo, today is the famed date day (or a normal Saturday for most) and I haven't got shit to wear. Technically yes, I do have access to my own clothes, Opum's designer clothes and her own clothes- but she dresses like a character from a Dr Seuss book so is that really an option? You know what should I just cancel? Or I can go grab a trash bag and go for a sort of racoon inspired outfit. I didn't even explain which restaurant we're going to. It's called 'Helene Darroze at The Connaught'. It sounds fucking expensive. How does one expect me to afford just a salad from there? You know when it's French that it's out of your price range. I really should've studied French in school then I would've at least been able to pronounce the name of the place!

I searched the place up on google and it had four-pound signs? I will be in crippling debt after this meal. Anyways I need to woman up and choose an outfit. I can worry about the bank re-mortgaging my future house later. I go back to my suitcase and rummage around before spotting a baby pink box at the bottom. Chucking out the clothes covering it, I take it out and realise it's a 'House of CB' box. There's a note inside saying,

'Just a reminder we're very proud of you and here's a dress for in case you go out anywhere fancy! - Mum & Dad'

The dress was a pistachio satin dress (I know I wear a lot of satin, but it looks good okay). It had a thigh-grazing slit on the left leg and a low plunge neckline which met the bodice that had some corsetry boning to boost the girls. This dress did wonders for my body that the gym couldn't even do. I put it on and called Opum over to take a look.

"Well?"

"You look amazing dah-ling!" She motioned for me to do a little spin and so I did. I felt like a Disney princess after the makeover. She told me to sit as she grabbed her makeup bag to just do a light look for tonight. On my eyes was a shadowy brown cat eye and simple clear gloss on my lips. I heard a knock on the door and that raised my curiosity. Yes, I did tell Cal the floor I'm on but not the door number? And there's a good number of apartments here. I grab my clutch and pop my heels on to open the door. Opening the door Cal stood there looking fine as fuck.

He had a fully black attire, and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned with sleeves rolled up revealing a snake tattoo on his right forearm. His hair was styled into a messy middle part, and I saw he held a singular white rose extended towards me.

"Good evening." He said looking down at me with a gorgeous grin on his face.

"Good evening to you to." I took the rose and passed it to Opum as we left. I looked back one more time to see her holding both of her thumbs up and wishing me luck. Cal moved his bent elbow towards me, and I looped my arm around as we walked and entered the lift.

"How's your past week been?"

"It's been good, work was a little hectic but fun. You?"

"It's been a little boring but a lot better now. What do you work as and how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, I'm 18 so you're not catching a case don't worry. And I'm doing my apprenticeship to be a solicitor."

"I'm 22 and I work for an entertainment company."

"It's not like adult entertainment is it..."

"God no. There's nothing wrong with that profession of course but my father would disown me." I hummed in agreement, we left the building and I saw a stretch limousine. Am I on a prank show? Where's the mini fiat?