Don't Look At Me With Those Judgy Little Eyes (Currently under revision)

Chapter 9- There's Enough of Aria to Pass Around!

Chapter 9

There’s Enough of Aria to Pass Around!

The Miss Mystic Falls Beauty Pageant arrived all too soon –much too fast.

I could feel the butterflies swirling around in my stomach as I sat in my dressing room, patiently waiting for the pageant to begin. As I sat there in the chair facing the dresser and makeup mirror, I felt the material of my dress squeeze my ribs, thus making it harder to breathe. My eyes were wide and delicately decorated with shimmery eye shadow and were dramatically framed by my long eyelashes coated in mascara.

I breathed in a big gulp of air and gently exhaled.

To distract myself, I looked around the room. My dressing room was lovely; the walls were a creamy white, the floor was marble, and a perfectly constructed balcony extended over the back property.

The day was coming to a close as the sun gradually began to make its way towards the horizon. It was a bit chilly. Guests mingled accordingly outside, waiting for the pageant to begin, as well.

Unfortunately, I realized it was way too late to drop out after signing up a week and a half ago. I curse the day I signed my name. I’m not very good with these sorts of things. As if adding to my ultimate demise, Matt could not make it either. He was stuck working at the Grill. So, lord knows who my partner will be.

I wanted this to be over and done with. I still didn't understand why I gave in to Damon and agreed to this ridiculous bet. I only realized this after he escorted me to the pageant sign up desk. My pride got the best of me. I presume I just want to prove Damon wrong. Now that I am actually here, with my dress squeezing my internal organs, I am regretting it greatly. I’m feeling like a quitter and I don’t mind that at all.

Normally only the daughters of the founding families come even close to become Miss Mystic, which immediately placed me out of the odds when it came to winning.

Thank god, too. All of the attention would be awful, especially since the winner sits atop of a float for the Founder's Day parade.

I looked at myself in the large dresser mirror, once again, that showed all angles of my face. My lips were a light pink rosebud color, my eyelashes curled and darkened with mascara; my hair was curled from the roots to the ends. My cheeks were a faint red that made my bluish-green eyes shine just a tad brighter. I stood up and admired the dress I wore. It was nothing flashy, just a deep crimson red evening gown that had a renaissance elegant touch to it. It flowed so beautifully, starting from my waist down.

Although this little beast of a dress was dreadfully tight, it was beautiful.

I actually smiled, enjoying my reflection.

The door creaked open and I saw a pair of familiar blue eyes stare at me from the mirror. "Show time." he said with a large grin on his face, but he stopped abruptly. I immediately turned around and said one word. "Damon."