"Oooh, It's just me, Myself and I, solo ride until I die." Adriana sung to the top of her lungs when I found her in my bathroom, doing her hair. Even though we did not have a speaker with us, Adriana's voice proved that we did not need one. With the curling iron that she had snatched from me, she decided to curl her long hair in smaller, tighter curls. I watched her as she continued, she knew I was standing there.
"So I thought we would have a little Mary Kate and Ashley matching moment with gold and silver." She spoke out, carefully trying to not burn her fingers in the process of hairdressing. I leaned against the door frame, still feeling a slight shudder from before, and thought about her request.
"A dress?" I asked, sceptic. Adriana knew I did not like to wear dresses. I found myself hideous in them, but I had not worn one in ages to her defense. Something inside of me was excited to at least try one on before throwing her idea to the wolves. Did not mean I was stil wary about the whole idea.
"Oh c'mon, what did you want to wear? A floor - length skirt and a t - shirt? We're in fucking Italy, guapa!" She was right and I did agree, or at least a piece of my heart did. It was screaming to finally wear tight, revealing clothes again, but I was scared too. What if I did not like what I saw, what if I had gained weight, if my hips had grown with my waist?
I sighed and gave in - for now - walking to the counter and opening my make - up pouch to add onto my daily look.
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"Oh, you look stunning!" Adriana exclaimed once I finally dared to walk out of my closet. We had decided to do a little fashion show, with our hair and make - up done. She was right, the dress did make me feel... Different. Maybe even somewhat pretty.
My best friend started making camera noises with her gestures as she shouted," Beautiful! Celine! Over here!" Her paparazzi impression did not fail to impress me as I gave her a great smile, twirling strands of my hair every now and then.
And just in this moment, everything felt like it was going to be okay. Like I was going to be okay.
Adriana stood in front of my bed, waiting for me to walk up to her. I pressed my lips together in a fine line as she awaited an answer. "So? What do you think? I personally love this dress on you, red doesn't suit me like you." Her comment made me want to wear this even more, but I was too afraid to look into the mirror. to find myself and see a crying mess in a too tight dress.
She herself was... I could not even find words to describe her. Adriana was breathtaking. How her crystal beaded mini dress clung to her petite frame, how it managed to give her boobs a little push and how it just ended under her ass, leaving yet a lot to the imagination. Crystal hung from her skirt, dangling with every movement as the silver dress complimented er hair and makeup. My best friend had decided to pick a silvery eye shadow with a darker lip combination. She looked hot, more mysterious than any other girl as she pushed away a curl hanging from her 'messy' bun. The Jimmy Choo's she was wearing with straps up to her knees finished the look.
After retrieving no answer from me and applying her lip gloss once again, she herself pulled me to the mirror wall at the end of my closet. I nearly decided to close my eyes, but realized it would have been the wrong decision once I was standing in front of the reflecting material, seeing myself. I took in every ounce of my body, looking careful for anything that I did not like about myself, but this? This was more than I had imagined, yet expected. I had not seen me look like that in years.
The dark red mini dress made out of see - through lace material was astonishing. It did indeed hug my curves and I - only for a second - felt proud of my curves and waist, of my legs. An opaque skirt in the same color as well as a bandeau top hid what was necessary. The matching gloves that went up to my shoulder hid my wounds as the color of the lace interfered with the remaining red marks on my arms. I had decided to blow out my hair with hair rollers, and the shiny waves now fell down to my waist. My nude lip combination and wispy lashes highlighted my blue eyes as my small lips now appeared to be a bit bigger. I was wearing a necklace made up of three layers of pearls and a black leather Balenciaga bag. My classic 'So Kate' Loubouton's made me seem taller than I was, and for once, I felt confident while being so.
"Okay, one more picture and then we can go call a cab." As she pulled me gently towards her to take a mirror selfie, or multiple, my mind went back to my first evening here. When I was stranded on the road, two dead men lying on the floor as I had killed them. I still wondered if it was right to this day and I made a mental note to pray for them, after all, I was not proud of what I had done. Only my instincts had kicked in, but not my brain.
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