Break Fresh Ground

11: ACQUAINTANCE

As the last rays of sunlight dip below the western horizon, the stars and moon begin to twinkle and sparkle like festive decorations in the sky. The campus bustles with activity as students arrive in droves, laughing and chatting excitedly as they seek out their circles of friends. Dressed in their finest attire, everyone is clearly ready for the event that lies ahead.

The lively melody of music can be heard emanating from the building where the party is taking place, the sound carrying on the breeze and filling the ears of everyone present. Even the professors have dressed up for the occasion, their faces alight with anticipation for the night ahead.

The students are practically buzzing with excitement as they make their way towards the center of the party, where my friends and I have been waiting patiently. Some have brought dates, while others have come with just their friends. In our case, we have chosen to attend the party as a group, not because no one has asked to be our dates, but simply because we prefer to enjoy the festivities without the distraction of a romantic partner.

"Hey, sexy ladies." Jafar's voice rings out, drawing our attention to his impeccable appearance. He cuts a dashing figure in his blue velvet three-piece suit, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame in all the right places. "Dahil sa inyo magmumukhang engrande ang party." His eyes sweep over us, taking in every detail of our attire, as we do the same to him.

Paris is a vision in her grayish blue tulle prom dress, the A-line cut flattering her every curve. The dress complements her skin tone perfectly, making her the center of attention tonight. She can't help but beam with pride as she twirls in her dress.

France is a sight to behold in her dark red velvet off-shoulder prom dress, the color perfectly highlighting her creamy skin. Her toes peeking out from beneath the hem of her dress are painted a matching shade of red, adding an extra touch of glamour. She looks like she could seduce anyone with a single glance, my friend's red lipstick only adding to her allure.

Ivy is a stunning in her sequin-covered off-the-shoulder sheath dress, the deep V-neck and leg slit showing off her toned legs and brown skin. We hardly recognize her with her newly done hair and makeup, she looks so beautiful.

I opt for a fitted black midi dress with spaghetti straps, the color bringing out the whiteness of my skin. I let my hair down in loose curls, adding a few shiny clips for a touch of elegance. Black is my signature color and I feel confident in it.

"Nonsense," I heard Paris whispered, not buying his compliment.

"Well..." France confidently utter tucking her curled brown hair behind her ear. "You're not bad yourself."

He smiled. "Thank you. Wala kayong date?"

"We don't need that." I answered.

Tumango lang siya at nag-ayang pumasok.

As we step inside the venue, we are immediately greeted by a dazzling array of colorful and bright lights, illuminating the space and creating a festive atmosphere. The air is alive with the sound of people socializing, laughing, and chatting with friends as they sip on delicious cocktails. Everyone is clearly enjoying themselves, their faces alight with happiness and excitement.

The music comes to a temporary halt as Harriette, the MC, takes the stage to kick off the program. The party truly begins after the Dean's opening remarks, signaling the start of the night's festivities.

"Gosh, I don't like these drinks," France complains, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "I want something hard."

Ivy puts her fist in France's face. "Itong kamao ko, France, hard." Paris and I laughed.