Like a love song

Makeover (PART 2)

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Lia's Pov:

The phrase, "You'll see" just echoed my brain. I knew what Jordan was capable of. I knew very well what she was thinking when she said "makeover". Oh God, just please don't let this go south.

"Let's go check your closet and pick what you'll wear tonight", Jordan squealed and pulled me with her.

She stood gawking at my closet for roughly about 20 minutes. God knew what kind of ideas were juggling her brain, I could only imagine.

After an awful 20 minutes of silence and walking in my closet, she finally spoke, "Hmm your closet hasn't changed one bit since college", she looked at me disappointed.

"What do you mean? You see me everyday. Do you think I look awful?", I cried.

"Of course not. I see you in work clothes and night dresses all the time. Never in party gowns", Jordan consoled me, "I think Sarah must've something in hers. She has Aphrodite's fashion sense, let's go!", she ran downstairs and grabbed me again.

"Sarah! We need you!", Jordan screamed from the hallway.

Mom was in her bedroom, working on her 9 -5 job, "What for?", she screamed back from her bedroom.

Jordan being her over-enthusiastic self, dragged me inside the bedroom with her. She vexed me with her shenanigans all the time.
Jordan barged inside mom's bedroom like she owned it but I couldn't possibly blame her. She was practically my mom's second child.

"Hush you girls. What do you need?", Mom looked at us, urging us to be quiet.

"Just a little something for Lia. Can we check your closet for some assistance?", Jordan said with her big doe-y eyes. Not gonna lie, her mojo always worked on everyone. She was annoying-ly adorable.

Mom nodded her head and continued to work on her laptop while we both rushed inside.

"See! I told you!", Jordan screamed in exhilaration. She really was right and I hated to admit it. Mom was a goddess of her time, she had the most ravishing and on fleek clothes. Ever since dad left us, she stopped wearing them. It ate me alive seeing her sacrificing everything for him, for me. For us.

Jordan snapped fingers to jolt me back to reality, "Are you okay?".

"Yeah. Yeah", I flinched.

We walked in circles in the closet and were awestruck with every dress, every outfit there. I hadn't seen her in any of these dresses and the cruel realisation just hit me there.

Meanwhile, Jordan moved her hands from the beginning to the end of every part of the closet. Her face was covered in feelings of angst and apprehension. She really was studying and examining every dress and trying her best to find the perfect match for me. Squinting her eyes, checking the fabrics, pulling my arms to check if the colour matched my complexion. And after an hour of me standing there clueless and in awe of my mother's fashion sense, and Jordan biting her nails and going through every other dress, she finally spoke.

"I FOUND IT", she screamed. Again.

It was an emerald green gown. V-neck shape at the front with the tons of beads and pearls carefully crafted and even the tiniest details were given so much attention, ruffles wrapped in circular motion, fish net to give it volume and absolutely incomparable from anything I had ever seen. I was in lack of words to explain the beauty of it.

{Note: A few reference pictures are attached below just for the readers to form an idea of the spoken gown. They are not accurate to the description but somewhat similar}