Homeless Vain

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The olive green dress - perfectly hung in my closet, ready to be pulled out.

The dress which I'd bought for months but never wear. The dress which screamed first date according to Evelyn and I already had my delusional spiking up to the maximum level.

To be honest, I was thinking the same as Evelyn. To wear this dress to a first date - unfortunately I was single, so she recommended me to wear it to the reunion since I'd be going with Kevin. Maybe having the feel first.

Good idea but no, I won't.

Instead, I dolled myself with a knee length beige dress because I wanted to. This soft colour always engulfing me with its calmness which I really needed it today, to ease the nervousness inside me.

How long had it been since the last time I confessed to a boy?

I wasn't sure about other girl, but for me, a confession from a boy was the most beautiful thing ever.

My past relationships were all started from me. I braced myself to confess to them and assured myself afterwards that it was okay if they didn't reciprocate the feeling.

But eventually, they did and we started dating but it kept me questioning whether it was sincere or I was just looked pathetic.

Except for this one guy, older than me.

He was my tutor at college during my second year and one day after our session ended, he confessed to me, saying that he had been keeping his eyes on me since my first year but too scared to confess.

Though I was hesitated, I gave it a try - to date him. But, what did you expect?

It only lasted for few months after I found him cheating. Stupidest thing was I granted him a second chance but he turned me down, saying sorry countless time because he had decided to choose that girl over me.

Such a dramatic love story.

Now, the cycle of me confessing first to boys would be resumed after years and the history would be jotted down in few hours once Kevin arrived to fetch me.

However, here I was, questioning 'how do I look?' to whatever ghosts existed in my room.

"Ivy, seriously you should start watching makeup tutorial," complaining alone, I dabbed a little bright red lipstick on my orange lips, completing the ombre look. "Urgh finally!"

It was obvious now that I'd never interested in makeup. It's Daisy's speciality and most of the time she would doll me up without me asking.

How I wished I could've summoned her right now.

Honestly, I was insecure. Everything about meeting old schoolmates, being stuck in a big hall full of attractive people was somehow scary.

Surely everyone had moved forward, trying various of styles on themselves while I was being loyal with something that had my identity on it.

Well, I hoped Kevin won't be embarrassed going there with me.

Speaking of that guy, as soon as I put on my shoes, his cherry red car made its appearance, perfectly parked by the curb. The windows had been rolled down halfway, his monolid eye peeked over it to see me.

"Goodbye mother," I gave my old woman a peck on her cheek and straightly walked toward Kevin's car, not expecting anything to happen in this short span of time.

But it did.

"Thank you Kevin, for taking her there!" I almost tripped on nothing when suddenly my mother's voice erupted from my back.