In Too Deep

𝟙𝟜-𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥

Days have passed, and now it's the day of the foundation's event. I went with Marshall last night and we talked about it. He said we just have to act normal, how hard is that going to be?

I also went out to get a dress last week. I picked out a deep red, satin dress that touched the ground. It has a high slit that would show off my toned leg. I already had plenty of shoes, so I could just pick out of the collection. Looking through my shoes, my eyes land on a pair strappy black heels that would match the dress perfectly.

I love dressing up, and going overboard with outfits. This event is fancy with a. Private venue and everything. Micheal is just wearing a plain black suit.

Yesterday I went to the Nail salon to get a mani-pedi, so I feel great. Look great, feel great. I have to admit, I do feel a bit nervous about tonight.

        Marshall: Hey. What are you wearing tonight so I can be prepared to take it off?

        C: It'll just be a surprise then. What are you wearing?

        M: Just what I normally wear. I don't dress up for events. And why should I tell you if you               
             won't tell me?

        C: Because my dress will look better if you don't know what it looks like before you see it.

        M: Hm, so it's a dress?

        C: Shut up

        M: Alright I'll see you tonight.

        C:Cya

I smile at my phone. I always smile when he texts or calls.

The clock hits 4 and that means it's time to get ready. I curl my long brown hair. I put on my plain makeup with long black eyeliner making a statement. And putting on my favorite red lipstick on my smooth lips. My lashes are long and flared from he black mascara, coating them.

After I finish my hair and makeup it's already 5. I hear the door open and I know it's Micheal. I hear his footsteps trot up the stairs and into our bedroom. He walks in and looks at me through the mirror.
"You're so beautiful." He says, hugging me from behind. He kisses my neck and holds his hands on my waist.

I giggle," You're gonna mess up my makeup. Stop. Go get ready." I tease.

He walks into his closet and undresses, only to get dressed in his tux. I head into my closet and slip on my dress.

"Can you zip this, babe?" I ask.

He walks in and he looks like a deer in headlights.

"Babe, please?" I say.

I turn and hold my hair to the side.

He zips up my zipper and kisses my shoulder.

"You're perfect." He says.

"Thank you, now get ready." I say, sitting down to put on my shoes.

He walks back into the bathroom and he fixes his hair. When my shoes are on, I stand three inches taller. I look back in the mirror and a burst of confidence hits me. My hair is perfect, my skin is soft and smooth, and my body looks amazing in this dress.

"Ready? We should start going." He asks.

"Yup." I say.

I grab a hand bag and put the red lipstick in in case it rubs off. We headed downstairs and we got in the car. The venue was only 20 minutes away, so we listened to music on the way.

We arrive and people are going, with tuxes and dresses. We get out of the car and head inside.

I look into the crowd for Marshall, after a few minutes of looking I see him and a girl on his arm. She has a dull pink dress on and she's latching onto his arm. I guess that's his girlfriend. She's....She's beautiful. She has a body that looks fake and a beautiful airbrushed face. She's tall too, she looks only an inch shorter than Marshall.