She stared death in the face and she smiled.
At least that's what the stories said.
So they called her the queen of darkness.
But some knew better.
And so they called her the devil instead.
-S.E George
I'm not a complicated woman.
But I suppose...
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November 28th
Nothing else happened after that. I slept through the night and Nat woke me up in excitement at 6am. She left me for an hour or two between, to go and see her brothers and a few other people. But then at 6pm she came to the room and told me we had to start getting ready. Somehow we had become really good friends. It seemed that we both bonded over loneliness. Ironic.
Why we had do start getting ready at 6; even though the party started at 8, I have no clue. And Natasha isn't even arriving at the party until 8:30. But being not alone is nice.
"I brought you one of my old dresses that I think you would look amazing in" she held up an expensive looking clothing bag.
"Thank you Natasha. I would have been naked if it weren't for you." I laugh and roll my eyes at the thought.
"Couldn't let a bunch of people nonce on you could I?" She laughed. I unzipped the protector and saw the dress. It was short, but not too short. And it showed just the right amount of everything. The satin blue not only looked stunning, but felt a good type of weird whenever my fingers brushed over it.
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I used my knife clip to tie up my hair, leaving out a few strands in the front to frame my face. Natasha did my eyeliner etcetera. And I ended up looking quite pretty. Well, I suppose the real word for it is - sexy. But that sounds a bit vain. No?
We both looked at each other and Natasha casually said "If I were a lesbian I would be so into you right now" we burst out laughing and I returned the compliment.
We looked jaw dropping, Nat wore a red off the shoulder dress that stopped above her knees. The gold jewellery she wore stood out against it and glistened in the light.
I'm shocked when I look at the time and it's 8. "Bloody hell. Where'd the time go?" I said to myself.
"You're right" she said whilst checking herself in the mirror " we should probably get a move on" she grabs her small purse and heads out of the door.
