Today's theme was red.
I spent nearly two hours only to find the best dress that would be a perfect match for my newly-bought pair of gleaming red shoes. Voila. This vintage one, with one medium-sized ribbon on the back, was the best option. I looked at the reflection of myself in the mirror. The red color looked like blazing, turning me from Desiree the beautiful, pinky lady into Desiree the girl on fire. Irresistibly hot outside. Spirit-burning inside.
Today was the day of the selection. After days of practicing, this very day had finally come. I wouldn't forget that moment when I had to practice debating with, jeez, Aruna because of Mazmur's stupid intentional arrangement. I still haven't figured out whether he really knew there was a silent competition between me and Aruna. And that practice with her just sucked. I needed to admit her sharp point of view and persistence in defending every argument. Yet she doesn't have one particular magic that can make anyone attentively listen to her: charm. My charm in voice. I haven't even sure whether Mazmur really supported me. Iqbal was the only one who could observe and was willing to back me up. He said he would put his problem with Mazmur off until the selection was done.
Beep. Beep. Two text messages. I read them quickly.
Good luck, Dear Desiree. I know you'll nail it! -Sonya
Desiree, sorry for not being able to come. Make me proud, girl. -Jeff
Beep. Beep. Beep. Endless vibration from my cellphone almost drove me crazy. Here came supports from other students I am actually not really close to but seem to be quite impressed by me. Including Grace, one of Aruna's loyal dog. Oh, perhaps, Grace has changed her altar of social cult from that brash girl to me, the real goddess of fame and fortune.
With those encouraging messages, I went to the venue of the selection, fully esteemed. Today's theme was red. Bravery. Passion. Determination. Confidence. And I was ready to put Aruna in flames.
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