Confident

Dinner

After James bought me ice cream, he took me back home so I could get ready for the party.

"Why did you take me home so early?" I asked as he walked me to my door, "it's only noon!"

"Cause I'm taking you out before the party," he smiled, poking my nose, "now go hurry up and get ready. I'll be back in 2 hours."

"Okay! Okay! Bye love you!" I exclaimed, running into my house after giving him a quick peck on the lips. I sprinted upstairs, throwing my clothes off as I went and hopping in the shower.

I was ready in an hour.

So I had time to kill, and I decided to call my brother. It rang a few times before Sam picked up, but I knew if Sam was picking up something was wrong.

"Samuel," I growled, "where the fuck is my brother?"

"He's okay, don't go all crazy older sister on me," he laughed, "he's just sleeping in."

"Oh good. Well let him know I called okay?" I asked, and Sam hummed in response, "thanks Sam. Bye."

"Adios."

I hung up the phone, and sat on the couch as I waited for James to knock on the door.

The dress I chose to wear was a dress that looked to be from the 40s. It was a beautiful reddish pink dress that flowed from my waist down to my knees. There was a bow that wrapped around my waist and rested on my side, and my hair was curled into very tight-wound curls. They were Bobby-pinned to my head in certain places, pulling my hair out of my face.

My makeup was retro as well. I had a dark red lip, with dark mascara and pink eyeshadow that matched my dress. I had the perfect white heels to match, and I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It felt like fucking 4 hours. When really it was 10 minutes. But thank god because that's when I got a text. I checked the user, and there stood Tony's annoying ass contact.