Touch In The Dark

Chapter 28

Evelyn's POV

Eschew

(Verb) Es- choo

To avoid something intentionally or to give something up.

My phone buzzes annoyingly in my pocket.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey babe. What're you up to?" Mark asks on the other end.

I smile hearing his voice. I haven't spoken to him since the club. I've come to the conclusion that I might've overreacted, and that girl was really just a friend who needed a shoulder to cry on.

"I'm about to make myself a sandwich, what're you doing?"

"I'm just thinking about you. Let me pick you up." I practically hear him smiling from the other side of the phone.

My initiation is today, I have to be ready to leave by three and it's already eleven-fifteen.

"I can't today. How about tomorrow?"

He pauses for a moment. "It's a date."

I smile. I'm happy he's not upset or asking why or what I'm doing. I wouldn't have known what to say.

When we hang up, I finish making my sandwich and scarf it down so I can get ready.

After I take a shower, I notice something new on my bed with a note. I assume it's a dress by the shape of it, it's inside of a protective layer, but I'm almost positive that a dress lies inside.

A pair of black heels sit at the end of my bed, they look beautiful.

I pick up the note and notice that it's in Dimitri's handwriting.

I picked this out for you. I hope you find it just as beautiful as you are. The initiation starts at three-thirty so be dressed and ready by three like we talked about. See you then.

A blush creeps up into my cheeks. He thinks I'm beautiful? Or is a super ugly dress inside the bag and he's secretly calling me ugly? I swear if I'm being bamboozled, I'm just going to wear jeans and a t-shirt.

Dimitri said it would be a black-tie event, so I can only imagine it's fancy. Probably fancier than I've ever experienced.

I decide to blow dry my hair and curl it before unzipping the dress. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't internally freaking the hell out. My palms are clammy, and I can't seem to quiet my mind.

My feet shuffle bit by bit closer to the dress on my bed. I'm worried about seeing what's inside. My fingers find the zipper and I leisurely pull it down, revealing something so beautiful that I almost tear up.

A small gasp escapes me, and I pick it up and feel how expensive the material is. This must have costed him a fortune!

I slip the dress over my head and check myself out in the mirror.

The black dress waterfalls down my legs, touching my feet. A slit runs up my leg to expose my thigh with a sheer material tinting the color of my skin. The dress cinches inward making it hug my waist in the most flattering way. My breasts are cupped making them look beautifully full, the neckline runs down to the top of my bellybutton which only makes my confidence grow as I continue to gawk at myself in the mirror. I feel sexy, beautiful.

I take an hour and a half to do my makeup, I just wanted it to be perfect just like my dress.

I tried to go more natural with the makeup since my dress was dramatic. I did a light brown smokey eye with winged eyeliner that took forever to apply. My lips have a light layer of a nude-pink lipstick and a small amount of gloss. My cheekbones have a pop of highlight, so they pop more beautifully.