Heather Oakley Beltran an innocent Christian girl, the most purest and Holden Parker a quiet and serious boy who's completely lost and hurt by his past.
How can two such different souls learn to love one another?
Sometimes all God does is let two c...
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I didn't expect to look this...different. The dress went great with my skin tone, and the hair, and the makeup? I've never worn this much makeup in my life. Braylee and Emily insisted I did. They said it was a 'once in the year thing'. It felt ugly and sticky against my face but I wasn't complaining when it actually made me look very put together. Just for today, I thought. I couldn't see myself wearing this much pounds of foundation and concealer against my face everyday. Absolutely not.
"You're wearing these shoes?" Emily scrunched up her face in disgust as she held up the white shoes I planned to pack just in case I couldn't stand my heels through the night.
"No!" I snatched the shoes from her hand. "They are backups." I remarked, placing them back in my too big bag that probably didn't even go with my outfit. I didn't have enough time to buy one and plus who even wears a hand-sized bag when you couldn't even fit anything in there?
"That's such a great idea. How come I didn't think of that?" Braylee groaned.
"I have other shoes you could wear," I said.
"But your like a size four and I am like size eight!"
"Right..." I uttered, feeling sorry for her. "My mom could lend you some. She is almost the same shoe size as you."
"Oh, yes!" Braylee went flying off my desk chair and left out the door to ask my mom.
"You guys need to have the strength to keep up with the heels. This is why you get wedges not actual heels." Emily rolled her eyes jokingly.
"Well sorry! Couldn't you advice your friend and cousin a little better. Preferably not an hour before the event?" I asked, placing my hands against my hips, mimicking what an angry mother would do.
Emily looked at me amusedly from my vanity mirror and a huge smile started growing on her red glossy lips. "You look..." she kissed her fingers like a chef. "Amazing, honey. I've never seen you look this put together."
I gasped. "Excuse me? I always look put together!"
Emily laughed. "No, I know! It's just right now you look like a...fairy. Holden is going to die!"
"A fairy?" I gave her an are-you-serious look. "And don't say that! You're making me more nervous, Em." I sighed, taking a seat at the end of my bed. Just thinking of what Holden will think when he saw me made my stomach swarm with butterflies. Ew and my arms ran with chills at the thought. I didn't know if I liked this feeling or not. It was both uncomfortable and...another feeling I couldn't describe.
"I'm just being real."
"Well, don't be real anymore." I told her.
"Got them!" Braylee came in waving my mom's black tennis shoes in the air. "Your mom is a lifesaver." She fake cried as she placed the shoes into her own bag.
