A Moonlit Path To Love

Mr.Impolite saved me

TRICIA'S POV:

That evening...

Mondays are usually the unluckiest days of the week, but the car of my life a had travelled a bit more to Friday.

That Friday evening, I wore a baby pink knee length belted peplum dress and straightened my hair. My lips were dripping with a subtle pink gloss. My feet had the same heels on. I got down to the living room.

" Cute hon. You okay. " Clara asked as she flipped through the pages a random magazine in her hand.

" I don't know if I am okay. Okay?" I sighed.

" Come on. Two days." Clara sighed as she closed the book.

" I am doing this only because you told me to." I yelled like a kid who wasn't given his daily amount of candy.

" Chill hon."

"It's complicated. " I uttered.

" No. Try. " she said suddenly sounding serious.

" No. That's.. that's just nothing. "

"Fine. Take your time. " she sounded pissed.

" K.You're my ride."

"Well, Wes is your ride . I gotta drop my grandparents off in the airport. "

" Airport. Why?" I asked.

" My uncle's getting married. So. " Clara said making a subtle pout.

" Oh cool. This is his twelfth marriage right?" I smiled raising an eyebrow.

" No. Sixteenth. " she said laughing.

" Lol man."

" Wes should be here anytime. " she sighed.

"Sure. " I sighed.

" Is my hair okay or should I wrap it up in a ponytail?And is my lip way too glossy or should I matte it? " I asked like a curious kid.

" You are going to meet someone who you never wanted to with so much concern about your looks. That's totally not the Tricia I knew. " she said smirking.

" Shut the hell up. I am NOT falling for him okay? " I retorted.

Okay heart?

Just then, we heard someone knock our front door.

" Must be Wes." Clara said as she quickly got up to open the door.

Wes walked in. He lips instantly wore a cute little childlike grin as he eyed Clara.

" Hey. She's ready." Clara said looking at me.

" Hey." I smiled.

" Good then. You first. " he smiled.

" Sure. Thanks." I said as I stepped out of the front door.

We got into his sedan. He played some soft music on our way.

" Your friend is a goddess of beauty. Isn't she?" he said blushing.

" Pretty sure she is." I replied. I was used to this.

" You are Clara's best friend aren't you?" he asked.

" Yes. And now you wanna know what she likes the most. Don't you?" I replied.

" Uh..yes. How do you know? " he asked confused.

" You are probably the fifteenth guy asking me this okay? She loves food. Take her out for dinner and keep it hella romantic. " I said chuckling.