I was sitting in bed reading a Snapchat issue from Cosmopolitan.
I wasn't really sure how to react. This person wanted to meet me, or I was go to meet them. This would end my mysterious and curiosity. I would find out who this little b*tch was.
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I wake up the next Saturday morning. I have no plans, so I basically just wait around the house. Wait. For instructions, because I know how this person plays.
Ping
There is was. I opened my phone and read the text.
I can't believe it. My little Diamond is waiting tooth and nail for any whisper from me. I'm honestly touched. Here's your instructions:
Go downtown to C.K. Lawrence
Ask for the dress on hold under the name 'Diamond'
Wear it
-and check under your pillow
I scanned through the text. C.K. Lawrence was a top knotch clothing shop. Honestly, I would lie about even getting a top there because it's so nice. I would not be able to afford a pair of socks on my own from there though.
Then I remembered. I scooped my hand under my pillow. The thought still chilled me that the person had all access to my house and room.
I counted the stack of money. $850.
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I wore black leggings and my Brandy Mellville tank top. I wasn't going to doll up for this. I strolled into the store like I was a regular customer. I was surrounded with glorious clothing. I drifted towards the top section then reverted to the counter.
"Um... I'm here to pick up a dress." I spoke to the lady behind the desk.
"Under what name?" She asked, typing in her computer.
"Umm... Diamond." I stuttered. I hated being called that.
"One moment." She stepped back then walked behind a black curtain. Minutes later she came back with a big paper casing on a rack.
"Here you go. And it says here you will pay now. So your totally is $850."
I crouched into my purse and pulled out the exact change. She smiled and handed me the tall package.
I waited until I was home to take the dress out of the case. I slowly unzipped it revealing the white fabric.
It was practically glowing. It was white, almost silvery, but not the slightest bit grey. It stretched down beyond my toes and stretched up and tied around each shoulder.
It was beautiful.
It was prettier then a wedding gown. It was a princess ball gown. The one I always dreamt about wearing. While I dance across the ballroom with my prince. Instead I would be with a creepy stalker. My happiness drifted away.
Ping
I ran over to my phone.
You look stunning, my shiny diamond.
