Diamond Desires

Chapter 4

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ANNE

A floral green dress waited for me on the edge of my bed, which wasn't even mine. Nothing in that room was mine. Even I wasn't supposed to be there.

All I could remember was... was the little piece of our intimacy last night.

Our! The guy I had learned to blame and me.

Nothing made sense.

Running my fingers through my hair, continuously and incessantly, I paced back and forth in the room. Panic hovered over me. This couldn't be happening. It was my worst nightmare.

Losing my first time to a stranger?

Not my thing.

I had already lost a lot and not my dreams now.

If I had ever been honest enough in my life, I too wanted a prince charming to come and help me out of my every problem as it happened in fairy tales and then be happily ever after before I ever lost my virginity.

However, a part of me, correction, a very 'dumb' and 'ridiculous' part of me said that he wasn't a bad choice to have your first time with. At least, he wasn't a bonehead. But no! I groaned, my feet didn't let me stop for once and I kept panicking.

I don't even feel anything, then how in the world did I lose it?

Maybe not! Every kind of embarrassing thought that I had never thought I would have lingered in my head and I kept walking on.

What if- what if I am pregnant?

That was the worst one. I didn't even know who he was! And he wasn't anywhere anymore. I slightly opened the door which wasn't locked anymore and craned my neck out; left and then right. The people passing by looked at me weirdly and I had to shut the door back again, a deep sigh escaping my lips as I leaned against the door.

At least I was going to have to change into the dress that had magically appeared out of nowhere unless I decided to go around in his shirt instead but of course not! Okay, Anna, calm down. Breath. I told myself, slowing down and this time, calmly picking up the dress that I had aggressively thrown on the floor earlier.

There was nothing wrong with it though. I was going to wear that dress, go back home, lock my doors, and never come out again. The only problem that was stuck in my way was the dress itself! It seemed ridiculously expensive and new, with its soft silky fabric and detailed design, I could tell it was straight out of a fashion magazine and I was never going to be able to pay back for it.

And even worse, if, by any chance spoilt it. But I was choice-less. I sighed again, delicately picking up the dress, and headed for the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror, reluctantly admiring the white shirt and how good it looked on me if I hadn't realized it before. If I could, I would have worn it instead but that would just be mindless.

I allowed the hot shower water to move down my skin and wake up every bit of me again. And then moments later, I was standing in front of the mirror again but in the dress this time. And I could swear, it looked perfect.

The green color, had I ever thought would suit me?

The panic had already started to leave my body. I completely forgot about the previous night for a few moments, cherishing the outfit. I pulled my hair to one side, letting it fall freely. I never realized I could be fond of extravagant clothes. It was lavishing. I left the room, this time more cheerfully and confidently. The shirt hung down my one arm and I didn't even have any idea what I was about to do with it.