His Little Amelia

|91| • Amelia

Gosh!

In my opinion, Evie was spending way too much on me. I get that it was my birthday - and I'm incredibly grateful for how amazing balls he was. But this too? It was as if he showed a new dimension of love to me each day. Was I worthy of such love? In the last three days, he had spent a lot of time and effort, making sure I was happy. He even brought my entire family together to celebrate my birthday! I couldn't remember the last time I was so happy celebrating my birthday since my Mama was alive. It got to a point early on after her passing that I dreaded my birthday, it was a day that forced my family to crack on a smile even when they weren't feeling up to it. It made me feel like such a burden.

Taking a deep breath, I shook my head; trying to snap out of it. Of course, I was worthy. As my therapist said, I shouldn't think of myself as unworthy. Nibbling on my lips, I stared at the mirror wanting to see why Evie always made googly eyes at me. Pouting my lips, I tried to look cute but giggled at how funny I looked. Evie was such a silly man, loving me the way he did. It made me love him (choosing to every day) more. Taking my powder brush, I evened out my makeup with a powder one shade lighter to make the look pop more. All that was left was my setting spray.

I grabbed the plastic bottle of the weird mixture with some shimmer pondering how I could make Evie feel this loved just as he made me feel that way. I thought I was doing an okay job at it, but I needed to improve on that.

"Gah!" I huffed, putting my head down. Do you know the feeling of wanting to spoil your man rotten but not knowing what to do? That was the dilemma I was in.

Shutting my eyes gently, I brought the spray to my face, giving it five presses all around (this makeup was not moving an inch tonight). Staying still, I let the artwork I'd done try on my face. Once I opened my eyes again, I smirked to myself. Gorgeous, I thought, winking at the beauty in the mirror.

Everest was going to make those eyes that I loved so much again.

After a while, I got up from staring at myself in the vanity mirror and went to pick out a gown to wear for our (rather impromptu) date. He said to wear the gown we bought previously and to be honest, I couldn't wait to launch the beauty!

I picked out the one I wanted to wear: the gown Evie said to wear. What can I say? We both have exquisite taste. As I held up the gown, I grinned at it in satisfaction, I could already tell it would fit in all the right places. Humming, I wondered if to wear my sandal heel which would level me with Evie - or at least try to. It'd be nice to be almost near his head. I'd be...tall! Giggling to myself, I twirled, hugging the gown to my chest.

"Time to go..." I said to myself after checking the clock, I was pretty sure Evie was done by now, he did say to be ready soon and it was about five minutes left. Quickly, I made my way to the full-length mirror, removing the clothes I was wearing and sliding into the dazzling pink gown. It was a dark pink gown which flowed to my ankles, the slit gliding up until my thigh.

The material hugged my waist in all the right places, the little exercise I did was certainly paying off. The drooping cow neck accentuated my collarbone as I'd put a bit of highlighter on it to make it shimmer. Taking the silver necklace, I clipped it and the outfit was almost complete.

"This seems quite much for testing out a restaurant..." I wondered to myself, but I did say I'd be more comfortable in my skin. The gown wasn't too much, it just turned some heads. Sitting on the bed, I slid my feet into the silver sandal heels that increased my height by a few inches. "Perfect," I said to myself, standing to my feet, and as though on cue, a knock vibrated on my door.

"Sweetheart, are you almost done?" It was Evie's voice I heard. No matter how many times I heard it, it still made my heart jump a bit. A smile crawled up my lips and I turned around facing the door. I was excited to see what he had on, hopefully I wasn't the only one dressed up.