Our Symphonies | satosere

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「 twenty-nine 」

"Doesn't seem like that to me"

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For some odd reason, the temperature had dropped tremendously that night - and I wasn't sure if it was because of the unpredictable weather or our tough luck. Either way, I was highly regretting my dress choice minutes after putting it on.

The velvet hugged me in all the right yet inappropriate ways. Its sleeves were made of a scarlet fabric which was lucid over my collarbones, shoulders, and arms. Deeper cut behind showed off the freckles over my back, its length covering my thighs. Gold choker, black pumps, coral lipstick and a sparkly eyeshadow accessorized my look.

I was only putting the buckle on my heels (having a really hard time doing so, because I'm just a dumbass), when Lillie arrived at the room's entrance with the clacking of her platform boots.

She had put on her pearly white dress, her hair in a braided bun and makeup soft yet stellar. Lillie gave me a deadpan stare, scanning me from head to toe and tapping her chin pensively; and a chill ran down my spine as her judgemental emerald eyes landed on my face.

"What - happened?" I let out a deep breath, "I look overdressed, don't I? I knew it. I told you I don't wanna wear the damned dress-"

"Why do you look better than me at the dinner with my future in-laws?! No fair, Serena!"

Utter confusion was my first reaction, but when I finally deciphered the insecurity in her comment, I couldn't help but cackle in heartfelt laughter, the sound ringing throughout my room.

"Oh my God, Lillie, I could've never guessed that would be your first response!" I was doubling over in order to contain my laughter, and she groaned in return, mumbling something along the lines of Yeah, cool, whatever. We're gonna be late. Get your ass in the car now.

The drive was not too long, and even if it was, the energy of that young night was so intense that it could've effortlessly knocked out every other emotion. Lillie was star-studded but sweat-soaked the whole drive, she was indeed too adrenalized to meet Selena's parents. Now, there's not a doubt that they won't like my sister, that's not the point, and I had reassured her that numerous times already. Lillie just tends to get very overwhelmed when it comes to significant stuff like this, very much like I do.

We reached the venue under fifteen minutes, and perhaps we were the first ones to arrive there, because I couldn't spot Selene and her family, or our gang anywhere indoors, which was rather baffling to me. I had clearly advised them to arrive half an hour early in order to rehearse one last time, and review all the musical instruments.

The restaurant was a fancy pallete of hazel and maroon hues. The ceiling was decked with fake ivy vines, string lights, and incandescent vintage lamps were hung on top of each table. Cream colored walls were covered with portraits of renowned chefs and artists, while some had a diverse collection of expensive wine bottles (just for showcase purposes). The bar was situated at the leftmost corner, and the performance stage was currently unoccupied, with some unknown jazz music playing softly through the speakers. The restaurant was running relatively busy, given it's evening time on top of a weekend.

The waitress escorted us to a table for six when Lillie talked something regarding reservations and showed her the confirmation slip on her phone, but I was starting to care less about anything at the moment, because all my attention was directed towards the entrance. Though the street lights had mostly illuminated the dusk soaked night, it was still pretty gloomy outside— established how there was a forecast for heavy rainfall later that night —which had automatically given me shallow breaths and a nauseated stomach.