On Santa's Lap *Published*

Chapter Twenty-Five (P1)

Sorry guys, I've just been so (SO) busy, and I haven't had a chance to write a chapter and even this isn't the chapter finished (or the one you wanted) But it's the best I can do, I want to give you something rather than make you guys keep waiting.

I walked out of the bathroom tying my hair in the towel to dry as I walked into my bedroom, what the hell was I meant to wear? "Formal"? 

I couldn't be stuffed wearing formal. I sat on my bed massaging the towel through my hair, I looked at the time hoping my shower didn't take too long but I felt disgusting and wasn't going to go without washing my hair or shower.

I bit my lower lip, so I guess most of his family would be there. I grabbed the blow dryer placing it on the highest speed and temperature trying to get at least a quarter of it to dry so it wasn't so damp and sticking to my face without any volume. The rest could air dry.

Did I have to wear a dress?

A voice cleared at the door and I looked up to see Nik leaning against it, "I know what you're thinking, and yes, you have to wear a dress."

I frowned switching off the blow dryer running my fingers through my mostly dry hair, "Really?" 

He walked in sitting on the bed and laying down throwing the pillow into the air and catching it, "I'm only kidding, wear whatever you want, but if you wear a dress I'll really appreciate it." he winked and I rolled my eyes plugging out the hand dryer and wrapping it up before placing it away.

"Arlight."

"Alright you'll wear a dress?"

I scoffed, "No, Alright get out of my room so I can change."

"Aw, I can't watch?" he joked but I guess the look on my face was serious enough for him to saunter out closing the door behind him. I shook my head as I opened the walk in wardrobe to see if I had any dresses, well, I had a few.

I was pretty sure  I had some that weren't school dresses. I mean, I do wear dresses, every now and then. Casual dresses, not, fancy ones. 

And since he didn't all but force me to wear one, I guess I would, and I did just spend five minutes shaving my legs in the shower for a dress. I brushed my hair out of my face leaning in to push all the clothes aside to find the hangers holding up the dresses that hadn't been touched in...a while. Would they even fit?

I pulled out a few holding them in the light, they were from a few years ago, and some even still had the tags on them. I held them against my body, something not too short, and something decent, especially if his family was going to be there. I settled on a light pink ones that was casual.

It had full sleeved and stopped a few centimetres above the knee, well, I don't even remember owning something this pink, coral pink? Still too pink for this lady. It was a bit too feminine. But it had to do. 

I pulled off my robe throwing it aside and pulling the dress on, it wasn't till I got one hand in I realised I was stuck. Very much stuck with my head at a weird angle, oh shit, this wasn't going to fit.

I wriggled trying to pull it down before I remembered the dress had a zip, obviously Eve what a smart cookie. I blindly searched for it and tugged it down, the dress loosened like magic and slipped down the rest of me and I let out a breath, well that just felt like I ran a marathon.

I zipped it back up, all the loose material tightening, and I walked over to the mirror pursing my lips. Was this decent enough? I  grabbed the brush combing my hair looking at the refection. My instinct was to tie it all up, but my hair had been in a pony tail most days, so I decided to put half of it up, so it was out of my face and let the rest drop back down.