Never ending love

The Party

I was lounging in my dorm, engrossed in a book that had captured my full attention, when suddenly Nev burst through the door, practically vibrating with excitement.

"OMG, OMG, NOVIIII! THERE'S A PARTY TODAY AND WE ARE SOOOOO GOING!"

I glanced up from my book, amused by her infectious enthusiasm. "Stop calling me that," I giggled, trying to hide a smile. I had always found her exaggerated excitement a little over the top, but there was something endearing about her.

"Okay, okay, sorry! But come on, we have to go!" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and I could see that she had already envisioned the fun we were going to have.

"I don't know... I mean, I have a lot to do," I hesitated, already feeling the familiar pull of my introverted tendencies tightening around me. Studying and reading felt much safer than stepping out into the overwhelming social scene.

"Pleaseeeee! I have your outfit ready, and the girls are going to be there! We'll have the best time. Just think about it!" she begged, clasping her hands together as if she were already picturing us at the party, dancing and laughing the night away.

After a moment of silent deliberation, I sighed, acknowledging the guilty pang in my heart for always turning her down in the past. "Fine. But just for a little while!"

Nev squealed, jumping up and down in triumph, her delight reminiscent of a child on Christmas morning. She practically dragged me into her wardrobe, rummaging through her clothes with a determination only someone with her vibrant spirit could muster.

"I'm going to choose your outfit! Trust me, you'll look stunning!" she declared, her voice brimming with confidence.

Before I could protest, she emerged victorious, holding up a gorgeous red satin halter dress that sparkled under the harsh dorm lights. The low back and slim fit hugged my upper thigh, a daring style I had never tried before. She teamed it with a leather jacket, tall black boots, and a delicate pearl necklace that seemed to glimmer with promise.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing in the mirror at my casual jeans and oversized sweater. The thought of stepping out of my comfort zone thrilled me, igniting a spark of adventure within. "Okay, let's do it," I finally said, mustering the courage to embrace the moment.

The moment I slipped into the dress, I felt a rush of adrenaline that made my heart race. Standing in front of the mirror, I gasped at my reflection. The dress was stunning; the vibrant red complimented my skin tone in a way I had never expected. It transformed me-making me feel like someone new, someone bold. "You look absolutely gorgeous, Nova!" Nev exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement as she admired my new look.

"I don't even recognize myself," I said, a mix of awe and disbelief washing over me.

"Let me do your hair! You'll look even better!" she insisted, practically pulling me toward her vanity, where the intoxicating scent of hairspray mingled in the air.

She brushed through my curls, the soft bristles gliding effortlessly, then proceeded to straighten my hair. I felt the warm curling iron as she created cascading waves, each curl bouncing with newfound vibrancy.

Next came the makeup; she expertly applied false eyelashes that framed my eyes, adding depth with smoky eyeshadow and a hint of shimmer. "Look up," she directed, her focus unyielding as she delicately painted my nails a glossy black that matched my outfit.

"Done!" she declared, her hands on her hips like a proud artist unveiling a masterpiece.

I turned back to the mirror, and my jaw dropped. I looked undeniably stunning. The transformation was nothing short of magical; the girl staring back was radiant, confident, and certainly nothing like the reserved version of myself I was used to seeing.