Gia | 6:30pm
"Turn around, let me see you!"
My mom placed her hand on my shoulder and spun me in a circular motion to see my dress. She pushed her glasses over the bridge of her nose and snapped her fingers over her head.
"Look at you, Gia! Just stunning!" She yelled out into the living space.
My leg was poking out of the elongated slit of the black cotton material. The neck line was cut into a deep V where my breasts were. I adjusted the straps to keep them held up as high as possible. My mother went inside of the closet and pulled out a custom fur coat that my father had made for her.
It was dark brown and black. Cropped by the waist and hooded. "It's going to be cold." She said as he placed it over my shoulders. "Thanks, Ma." I said with a cheeky smile on my face. I adjusted my 'Nasir' necklace and held it between my fingertips.
"So, when's he coming up to get you? I want to meet this boy." My mother folded her arms as she leaned against the wall where the entrance to our apartment was.
"Any minute now." I slipped into a pair of my mother's open toed sandals, exposing my freshly done pedicure. It didn't matter the weather, I was going to wear this regardless.
As my mom was fixing her lips to say something, there was a knock at the door. My mother rushed to the doorknob and turned it instantly. There he was. Standing in front of my door with a single stem rose in his hand.
He removed the black hoodie from over his head quickly when he realized my mother opened the door. He wore a matching black Nike sweatsuit with the swoosh symbol in the middle of his chest. His boots were black suede Timberlands and his right hand was in his pocket.
"Is Gia home?" Nasir's tone had changed completely. His manners were ok full display, all his mother's doing.
"Yes, she is. You must be Nasir?" My mom sized him up from head to toe as he waited to be invited inside.
"Yes ma'am." He said as he exposed his chipped tooth. I waved at him while standing behind my mother. He nodded at me and licked his lips nervously.
"Come on in." My mom stepped aside and watched him slip by her to hand me the rose in his hand. "This is for you, gorgeous." He whispered into my ear as he kissed my cheek tenderly. "Thank you." I took the rose and smelled it.
"You two stay right there!" My mother hurried off into her bedroom. We stood there awkwardly waiting for her to return. Nasir snuck a handful of my ass and kissed my cheek once more.
"That dress won't last long." He said seductively into my neck and quickly let me go before my mom could catch us.
Inside of my mom's hand was a Polaroid camera. "Okay, kids. Get close!" My mom motioned her hand for us to get closer to each other. Nasir stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Okay, smile!"
She reeled the film with her thumb and covered one eye with the lens of the camera. I placed my hands over his and smiled for the camera. The flash went off and a click was heard.
"Perfect! Okay, one more for Ma." She said happily. Nasir's hands never moved from his placement and I didn't move from my pose either. Instead, I stared into the camera with a straight face.
"You two put your hoods on! Yeah, like that! Perfect!" Nasir followed directions and put his hood over his waves. I put my fur hood over my curled hair. Nasir and I stared directly into the camera with a blank expression on our faces as my mom snapped the photo.
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