Ecstasy

Dress to Impress

"I don't 'dress to impress', I dress to depress.

I wanna look so good that people will hate themselves." 

- anonymous

I was excited all day to attend the gala. It's somewhere in Los Angeles, which is very convenient.

The gala starts at 9pm and we would like to arrive at 8:30. To do so we would be leaving at 6:45-7.

I forced myself to watch a shit ton of movies because I wanted time to pass by quickly. I really want to go. Based on what Dariya said, it seemed like a whole lot of fun.

Dariya comes into my room and I'm full of smiles. Is it time yet?

"Yes Bri, it's time to get ready," she says, coming into my room, holding my dress.

"You will look gorgeous in this. Antoine always has nice taste," she compliments, putting my dress on the bed.

She leaves the room and I hop out of bed. I look at the dress, touching the fabric again in excitement.

I still can't believe that Enzo voluntarily bought me a $200 dress that I'm only going to be wearing once.

I mean dress to impress but still...

There isn't a wrinkle in sight and it makes me smile.

I go into my closet and grab a shoe box that has black laced-up heels and put it next to my dress on the floor. I grab silver diamond earrings and lay it on top of the dress, adding black undergarments to the pile.

The silver diamond earrings are what Enzo bought me yesterday. I told him numerous times that he didn't need to but he bought them anyway. It was a struggle dealing with him but he kept saying that it's Valentine's Day so he should buy things for his "Angel". I still want to know where that nickname came from.

I go into the bathroom and take a shower. I make sure I shave to the point I'm now smooth as a baby's bottom before I get out.

I do my face routine. I like moisturizing my face before I put make-up on because I really don't want to break out.

I go back into my room and put on my underwear. While I'm lotioning myself, there's a knock at the door.

"Come in," I shout. It's probably Dariya making sure that I'm getting ready. Sometimes I can be slow at getting dressed but not this time, I'm ecstatic to be joining along.

I said no to this. Can you believe it?

I look at the door and I almost shriek at the sight but I quickly close my mouth. Instead of Dariya at the door, it's an unfamiliar woman with Enzo right behind her.

I grab my towel and wrap it around my body quickly. I feel my face heat up and I know I'm blushing.

"I thought you were Dariya," I mumble, embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. My name is Sydnee Cannon and I'm Dariya's personal stylist," she greets, "Today I will be doing your make-up as well."

Well I'm glad she's doing that. My work in make-up isn't the best. We're going for classy today, not trashy and that's the only make-up look I know. I was supposed to be a sexy stripper after all.

"If you're ready, you can follow me to Dariya's room," she says and I nod. I quickly grab a robe instead of a towel but I can feel eyes burning into my back.

Enzo's watching me and I know it. I know he watched me strip but what happened just now scared the shit out me.

I go into Dariya's room, ignoring Enzo's burning stare and I see that she's putting on her underwear right when we enter the room.