Broken (Completed and editing)

Party

"I find pieces of you in every song I listen to"

Veronica's POV:-

"Honey wake up you only have an hour to get ready". I heard Brenda's voice and turned to my front to see her. I blinked a few times to adjust to the lights she had turned on in my room. "What time is it?" I asked her groggily.

"Its 7:10 pm, now come on go get a shower I'll select a dress for you. Your father would soon start getting impatient." Wao I slept for 5 straight hours, must be cause I couldn't sleep well last night after the dream.

I got up and went straight to the bathroom and took a shower, came out in my towel to see a black dress laid on my bed. Brenda was in my closet probably picking out shoes or something. I quickly put on an off shoulder bra and matching panties as I could see the dress was off shoulder. And then slipped into the dress. Hmmm...when did I buy this dress? haven't seen or worn it in a while I guess.

As I was blow drying my hair Brenda came out with a pair of high heels and a cape, it was cold out today. Fall was just upon us. The leaves had started showing that they were ready to wilt.

Oh Dear God not heels! Not that I walked like a horse in those, I just feared falling in them and making a fool of myself. I could see these were pretty high. I generally wore what made me feel comfortable any piece of clothing that didn't provide a comfortable vibe, did not have a place in my closet. It was Caroline on a shopping spree that made these pair of heels land in my closet. Though I didn't say anything because Brenda would make me wear these anyway just because they went with the dress.

Brenda did my hair and makeup putting on a black Smokey look; she also did a curly messy up-do. Why so much? I wondered but kept my mouth shut because she was giving me the look.

Finally I was ready. Secret between me and you, I hated the hours taken in getting ready; yeah I know that time is for either making myself look presentable or like I just got off the streets after doing drugs.

There wasn't any big reason behind it, but I hated the part where I would contemplate between going or staying home and relaxing. One could say I am the most laziest person on earth, I bet I can even procrastinate in pouring water from the jug into a glass, both being beside me on my night stand.

The only part I liked was being on my way to the place I had to be. I bet everyone does that.

I looked at myself in the mirror in awe. I looked like a smoking hot princess. Usually princess wear white or light color dresses, but here I was in black. Like a black swan. Yes I know I was complimenting myself and I have no shame in admitting it.

I looked hot. Period.

I must say Brenda was a pro in all this. It was funny considering she only had a son, but then again I grew up under her care, also she is a woman and pretty much unlike me at that. I am not bad at the makeup stuff but then again I can make myself look like Adele with her killer liner or Martin Lawrence dressed as a woman in Big Mommas.

While I was putting on my sandals there was a knock at my door. "Miss Hunter your father is ready and waiting for you downstairs". The maid on the other side informed me "She is ready and will be there in a minute, Claire". Brenda replied.

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror and went downstairs. The ride was quiet but he did compliment me saying, I looked beautiful just like mom, well, that was enough for me. Every little piece of conversation I had with my father was sort of a blessing for me these days. He was growing more distant and I had to do something about it.

We reached at the party after a 30 minute drive. The driveway was as usual full we stopped at the front gate, dad and I went in.

Before going inside dad stopped me and handed me a mask. Hmmmmm...so it was a masquerade. The mask was black, it was beautiful, had intricate designing on it.