Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

88 | Home Alone on Prom Night

The big night is here. This is going to be a 2-chapter kind of prom. Enjoyyy.

our baby's growing up *tear, tear*

Chapter 88: Home Alone on Prom Night

The red revenge dress.

The black funeral dress.

The time was ticking on the evening of prom night. I had to make a decision.

"Revenge or funeral?" I asked out loud, one hand on my hips as I stared down at the dresses laid out on the bed.

My other hand was holding my phone, where Cearra's voice reverberated, "Why are we calling them that?"

"Nicole did," I answered.

It's true. She called them that first.

"Millie, you need to stop being so self-conscious. Sexy or sexier, those are the two options ok?"

I sighed and looked at my phone which had zoomed in on Cearra's face.

"You heard me?" she repeated, knowing my silence wasn't exactly encouraging, "Sexy or sexier, those are the only options. And tonight, you're going to deflower that man."

I snorted, "You make Luke sound like an eighteenth-century noble woman. He's long lost his flowers."

Cearra joined me in my snickering, "I'm knee deep in period dramas on Amazon Prime, and while you go to the senior year prom with the hottest boy alive, I'm staying home to watch more regency era romance and couldn't be more excited."

"Can I help you pick out your pyjama set then?" I offered.

"No! Focus on looking hot!" she exclaimed, "Call me if you want makeup help. My vote is revenge dress. Bye."

Just like that, the line dropped.

**

*Prom Night*

I was so nervous. My nerves were making me jittery.

I had a glass of water-looking substance on my desk. It was water, but stronger.

Strong enough to give me courage, to make me feel excited. A chaser before the main event. Because I was terrified.

I wandered from the bathroom to my bedroom. I watched a youtube tutorial on my hair and had long given up on a fancy style. I ended up with a straightener and some rollers to try to give a natural blowout look.

I had two blisters on my fingers to reward me for my efforts.

It's really hard to get to the hair on the back of my head.

Makeup was a whole other ballgame. I called Cearra five times for help.

The last time I tried to do my makeup well, Luke called me a raccoon. So I went lighter on the eye liner, but I did find some false eyelashes to give me a little drama.

The kind that flutters instead of screams.

Because there's been too much screamy drama. No drama tonight, please.

I was so excited. I never dreamed to be going to prom in love with Luke Dawson. If I could tell thirteen year old Millie this would be my future, I think I would've passed out, right there on the bed.

Back to the bedroom to think about my lip situation and then back to the bathroom to work on some lip liner, lipstick and lipgloss combo. Over contour the lips ever so slightly to convince myself that confidence can be drawn on like a moustache.