Lance

Part - 6 Lance

~ Samantha's Pov ~

Sunlight streamed into the window of the bedroom, I groaned rolling over as it shined in my eyes.

I stretched sitting up almost forgetting what had happened that night.

I walked over to a mirror-like I had usually done in the morning.

And with no surprise, my hair and face was a mess and I didn't seem to have anything to clean up with.

I looked up as I heard a knock on the door, I glared at the door " Come in " I said in the lowest voice I could conjure

Eli opened the door, He was looking at me in the eyes this time but he still look uneased.

" Uh, today's the day, " he said with his hand rested on the door nob.

I glared at him and scoffed " Good the sooner I leave the better " I knew what I had said was a lie but even if he did know I was never going to say it out loud.

"Here," he threw a nice dress at me a bag, and a towel, " What the hell is this for " I still held my glare on him.

"It's going to be a ball, So Lance wants you to dress nicely" He rambled " Of course, he does "I mumbled

He shut the door leaving me once again alone, " Why the hell would I be going to a ball " I thought it was odd but at this point wasn't anything.

I picked up the bag, dress, and towel and set them on the bed.

I picked up the bag and opened it, it had makeup and a brush in it. I scoffed grabbing the towel and walking to the bathroom that was attached to the Bedroom.

As I turned on the water and took off my clothes I thought to myself " shouldn't I be mad I'm about to be shipped off as an item or worse die" Honestly I had no clue what was going to happen to me.

But for some reason it didn't bother me as much as it should, I guess since everything I had ever liked or loved was gone how much worse could it get.

I sighed as the warm steaming water ran down my body, If I had to explain the emotion I was feeling it would be "Nothing" I felt nothing I didn't want to love, I didn't want to laugh, and I didn't even feel the need to cry.

A little while later I got out of the shower, drying my hair I sat down and put my makeup on and then the dress, and within a little while, I was ready.

I ran my hands down my hair in stress as I opened the door I looked down and there were heels layin there.

I guess he had forgotten to give them to me I thought as I picked them up slipping them on.

In all honesty, I didn't want to wear a dress or ever had the need to let alone heels so walking in them was a bit of a struggle but I managed.

As soon as I got the hang of it I walked downstairs, Eli was standing there with a drink in his hand with the same look of sympathy and hurt in his eyes.

I watched the corner as Lance walked out wearing a Tuxedo it fit him well around his arms showing the outline of his muscles, I will admit God did not skip a step when he made his looks but he didn't do well on his personality.