"Oh c'mon it's not that hard!" Right now, I'm in the process of choosing a dress for the event. My friends came down to three options. One was a red cowl neck halter dress. They paired it with a cropped jean jacket with black closed-toed ankle boots with heels. I thought it was nice but it wasn't my style. Besides, it's just a school party or whatever. The other outfit they showed me was a white off-shoulder, low-cut crop top, and skirt combo. They paired it with cotton brown single strapped close-toed wedges. I thought it was cute but I just wasn't feeling it. I was trained to know every single brand, name, type, material, and everything about clothes, cars, furniture, you name it. It was somehow a 'custom' for me and my family. The other students might think I'm a desperate nerd trying to be a wannabe model if I was showing too much of my skin. The last outfit was a vintage pink rockabilly pin-up strap flare swing evening party dress. They paired it up with white wedge espadrilles. Pink isn't really my favorite color but the dress was really beautiful.
I looked at the three dresses and finally made a decision. Once we paid for the dress, Stephanie's phone began to ring.
Stephanie's face lit up in excitement after she took the call.
"What's got you all jolly-happy?" Kara looked at Stephanie waiting for her reply.
"My sister's home from Rome! She asked me to pick her up."
I envy her. To the point where I felt like my whole body was being torn piece by piece. I envy those who have this special bond with their siblings. I love my brother but the feeling of receiving the love and care of an older sibling was different. Couldn't my sister at least give me a call? Even a simple message would suffice. I never even once got a letter or email from my sister ever since we transferred here. It's been a decade. I get that she's busy with the preparations for the throne but... is it that hard to just say 'Hi'?
"Hey, you good?" As I looked up, I noticed that Stephanie had already left. Kara was 'concerned' saying I looked like I was on the "verge of tears". Hah, what am I even thinking? Who cares if my sister doesn't care about me? That's all wishful thinking.
"I'm going. Let's talk when we're at the campus." I left Kara standing as I left the mall.
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"M'lady are you alright?"
"Get out of my sight immediately. LEAVE OR I'LL DISMISS YOU!"
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It's all a Facade
RomanceAfter moving a few years ago, Ameerah strives to live as Annabelle but what happens when she learns the truth behind her sister? Will she choose to face the responsibilities that awaits her? Or will she run away?
